>No lights are on.
>
> >"Mira?"
>
>"Mmmmrrrmmph."
>
> >He takes the danish dish in one hand then blows on the steaming mug of
> >coffee, blowing the fragrance into the room...
> >
> >In a singsong voice, he says, "It's me, Woof.  You awake?"
>
>"Go away," comes a muffled response that sounds like she's talking into a
>pillow which she is.
>
> >He comes on in, eyes trying to adjust to the light...
>
>She's on the bed, a pillow over her head, her long red curls streaming out
>from under it. The way she has her arms folded over the pillow, she's
>either on her back, a hell of a contortionist, or both arms are broken ;P

Sorry, she's only half tucked in, but she's wearing at least the top to 
what appears to be a very old set of scrubs.

Mira