She is warm. It's always easy for her to drift off to sleep when she's had a long overnight shift at work, but having a warm body - even a tiny one - is more than enough to put her at ease. Her dreams are peaceful, a little romantic and magical, perhaps good inspiration for future paid content if she remembers to write any of this down when she wakes up.

However, she is so comfortable, she almost doesn't realize that the warmth on her side has grown. Mijoo's accustomed to bringing one-night-stands home, she's used to a warm body in a bed that she often has to shoo out and never call again.

Instead of flying into a panic when she finally does wake up, she lays remarkably still as if uncertain she is awake. It's only when her nose begins to itch that she moves, lifting an arm to scratch it with a sweater-paw covered hand.