Coco slowly woke up, groggily rolling over on her bed, and opened her eyes, groaning softly at the morning light filtering in through the windows.
Slowly, reluctantly— she sat up, running a hand through her messy hair and stifling a yawn.
Coco rubbed her eye, still tired, as she absentmindedly patted the spot beside her, only to find the sheets cold and empty.
Her brow furrowed as realization set in.
She was alone in bed.
Coco groaned, shoving back the covers as she kicked her legs over the edge of the bed.
She padded across the room towards her bathroom, grumbling, because where on earth had her mother gone?
Coco paused mid-step to the bathroom, the beginning of worry starting to take root.
It was probably nothing, her mother was probably just downstairs— but still..
Coco sighed, entering the bathroom fully and grabbing her toothbrush and toothpaste from the holder by the sink.
There's no use worrying. She told herself.
