Hashidoi decides that getting up and closing the window would be far too much effort when she has a nice pair of glasses to darken the light pouring in. The dragoness pulls her blanket up and begins to snuggle up to assist further in pretending it was still a comfortable shade of darkness. The comfort is quickly interrupted by the same voice, albeit this time it is much louder and Hashidoi is much more certain that she is in fact awake.
“Okay, no. Do not roll your abhorrent fire dragon ass back to dream land. You wake up right the hell now. I do not have time to handle your non-sense, you thieving scum. Get up now.”
The last word echoing with the sour tinge of magic. The threatening tone growing the longer the voice carries.