Anna woke up lazily getting out of bed staying in the a little to long for her might gown and black socks. She loved the poem " Black socks they never get dirty the longer you were them the blacker they get, I think someday ill wash them but something tells me not yet, not yet not yet. " and started to hum it as she yawned and took a cup of tea from her coffee pot. She made tea in the coffee pot as she couldn't stand coffee unless she was in a adventurous mood but today was Monday why would she be.