Stephanie reached over and punched her alarm clock. It fell off her nightstand and crashed to the floor. Chance, Steph's Siberian husky, climbed on top of his owner and licked her face. She pushed him over and moaned. She was dreading getting up. But, if she slept in too late, she wouldn't be able to get any sleep tonight. She tossed the covers back and sat up on her bed. Her pink pajamas were all ruffled and her hair frizzed out in all directions. She looked over at Chance, who was laying on his belly thumping his tail. "Chance, want to go to the Boardwalk today? We could use some exercise," she muttered, rubbing her eyes. He yapped twice, thumping his tail louder. Stephanie stood and stretched her arms, yawning widely. She shuffled to her closet and pulled the doors open, pushing through the clothes. She pulled out some black leggings and a white Marilyn Monroe shirt. Quickly, she changed into them and grabbed her black jacket, zipping it up only half way. She pulled some brown boots onto her feet and walked into the bathroom, where she brushed out her hair. She grabbed two ponytail holders and pulled her brown hair into a sloppy bun. Then she applied a little bit of makeup, then left the bathroom. Chance was sitting on the floor, still wagging his tail. Steph patted his head and grabbed his black collar with silver studs on it. She strapped it around his neck and sat back on the bed, still petting him.