[center][h3][color=39b54a][u]February 1st[/u]
[u]6:30 AM[/u][/color][/h3]
The sound of Tomoyo's alarm clock was not what had woken her up that morning. Rather, it was the slight chill of her dorm room that had disturbed her. She'd been awake for roughly an hour now, two bed sheets and a fluffy navy comforter wrapped around her, a muffled groan escaping her as her alarm gently rang out. She reluctantly removed an arm from her cocoon, quickly reaching for the alarm and switching it off. From there, she threw the pile of blankets off of her and pushed herself up, shuddering at the temperature of her room. It may have only been a few degrees below room temperature, but to Tomoyo, that was all she needed to make her feel uncomfortable. On the end of her bed lay a heap of clothes, consisting of her school uniform, a black wool overcoat, socks, gloves, and a long, knitted white scarf. Tomoyo shuffled towards the pile with ease, beginning the process of undressing and redressing herself.

The girl's room might've looked almost barren, if it were properly organized. Her bed, twin sized and wrapped in gray sheets, was pushed up against the plain white walls of her room, an unframed print of an autumn forest hung with tape on the wall above the headboard. Beside the bed and up against the curtained window was where her desk should've been seen, were it not buried by mounds of loose papers, empty soda cans, and stacks of books of every variety, each one opened and lying flat with the cover side up. The dresser across from the desk was no better, carrying more books than it did clothes (most of which had been piled into the hamper beside it). At the far end of the room was a corkboard cluttered with memos and pictures, mostly consisting of herself and her family. 

After slipping into her uniform, jacket, and socks, Tomoyo made her way over to the side of the bed, where her wheelchair had been left. After some quick maneuvering, she plopped down into the chair, covering her hands with her black leather gloves and wrapping the scarf around her neck. Next to her wheelchair was her book bag, which she carefully reached down for and placed on her lap. Then, with an audible "clack", she unlocked the brakes of her wheelchair and rolled towards the door. A square shaped mirror was hung on the back of it, leveled to Tomoyo's height for ease of use. As per usual with her early morning routine, she didn't bother to comb out her hair, instead running a hand through it to work out any kinks and knots. When she was done, she gave the mirror a satisfied smile, before moving back, opening the door, and shutting it behind her.

Before long she was outside of the school dormitories, teeth chattering in the frigid February morning air. By now it was almost 7:00. And with the growling of her stomach signaling her need for food, Tomoyo promptly made her way towards the main building, leaving a trail in the thin layer of snow beneath her.[/center]