Waking from the long sleep...

Perched on the edge of change, she waits.

It used to frighten her, but now it's gotten to the point where she's just anxious for it to happen already. She has moved away from the fear of the unknown. Granted, she knows it will not be easy, there will be a lot of work involved. In a detached way she wonders if she is up to the task.

It's only lately that the realization has kicked in that life is not a dress rehearsal and the sleeper is waking slowly, groggy and in need of caffeine. She is not a stupid girl, merely complacent and situations have not forced her hand yet. She knows that they soon will, and so she shakes the cobwebs out, and blinks repetitively, looking around her like it's the first time she's seen this place.