[Honor]

Jasmine rolled over and groaned as an irritating and screechy sound came from her alarm clock. She pulled a pillow over her head and around her ears, willing the sound to be gone. It did not however, much to her dismay, become silent. So, with another groan she moved a hand out from under the blankets and slammed the snooze button.

After a moment of contemplating how sad it was to leave the warmth of her bed, Jasmine sat up and went to her bathroom to shower and get ready for the day. Once clean, she pulled on a pair of light colored blue jeans and white tank-top with a red flower that was losing it's petals. It reminded her, oddly enough, of blood. Thinking of blood she remembered the past night. Looking around her bedroom she spotted the new violin. So it hadn't been a dream.