Zoe

There's a soft knocking on your drawer-bed, and you feel the whole 'room' gently shift as Zoe opens it. She carefully blocks the light with her body, her giant green eyes peering in with pure adoration. She adjusts the scrap of her old shirt that serves as your blanket. "Hey babe~... get up... you've overslept. I'm gonna make some brunch for us... Pancakes, bacon, and eggs, with leftover lasagna from last night..." She snickers softly, a single giant finger-pad gently tapping your chest. "C'mon babe... get up... Or else..." she adds, her voice a teasing whisper full of mischievous menace.