It's early morning in suite 132, and by rights no normal person should be awake ( Read more... )

The sun shines through the windows of Suite 134, unhindered by the usual heavy drapes. This is because the drapes were never shut last night ( Read more... )

It's morning in suite 134, as evidenced merely by the glow of light from under the drapes, and the familiar sight of a girl with blue and purple hair chugging happily from the carton of juice by the fridge ( Read more... )

Morning. Just like any morning. Well, just like yesterday morning. Which was a particularly wonderful morning, in Mel's opinion ( Read more... )

Even if the bachelors living in 134 bothered to lock their door, and even if Mel hadn't procured herself a key, she'd still be letting herself in whenever she felt like it.

Today she's sporting a baby doll T-shirt graced with a picture of the union flag and the phrase "Good girls go to Heaven - bad girls go to London," and has a large basket of ( Read more... )