[center] Much to her surprise, Clara had somehow managed to slip off to sleep that night without the help of (at least a bit of) alcohol in her system. It didn’t take long at all for her to fall, curled beneath her covers. However, come morning she’d awoken with her usual start: a quick jolt of her body and sharp breath in as her eyes opened, before it took her a long moment to register that her regular nightmare had woken her up, and she was still in the mansion. At least she’d fallen asleep on her own - the damn nightmares were another problem she had to figure out how to rid herself of. 

Clara fought to even her breathing as she rolled on her stomach with a groan. She shoved her face into her pillow, still far too tired for her own good although she knew she had to wake. After all, she had to cut Ryanair’s hair - even if that was all she would manage to get done that day. Even so, she buried her face into her pillow further, trying not to slip right back into sleep as she relaxed. It took a moment or two before she huffed at herself and pushed herself away from her pillow and sat up, her arms stretching carefully over her head before she looked around her room sleepily.

Part of her felt lighter that morning - as if the horrible weight of her past hadn’t quite been as heavy. The realization had left a small smile on her lips before she shoved her blankets aside and moved to the shower. 

The hot water was more than welcoming and perhaps she’d stayed in there a little too long before she’d decided to climb out and get dressed. She tossed on a quick t-shirt and cotton pants before she brushed through her long wavy hair, letting the damp locks fall down her back and around her shoulders freely. After she’d been content with herself, she dug around her room and bureau drawers in search of scissors. 

Eventually, Clara had crept out of her room with another small yawn before she headed to Ryanair’s and she knocked quietly. The door had still been closed so she’d assumed he hadn’t gotten out of bed yet. After a long pause, she carefully opened the door and peeked inside, seeing the ball underneath his sheets. She carefully slipped passed the door and quietly placed the scissors on a night stand before she looked to see where his head might be under the sheets. 

After a moment of hesitation, she slowly peeled back the sheets and bit her lip, reaching a finger out to just barely graze the tip of his nose -- once, twice... Waiting for him to register the feeling and wake up. Christian used to do it to her all of the time - an annoying little way to make sure someone had always gotten up.[/center]