The alarm read 6.30 a.m.

“Fucking useless technology” grumbled Bette rolling over to shut off the offensive noise and return to the land of slumber.

 As her eyes closed a vague recollection of last night dawned upon her, as the day did the very same thing. Coming home she had smiled at the fantasy of stretching out in her crisp white sheets still cool and clean- only to find Jodi had beaten her too it and there was something else…

“Fuck” she grumbled again rubbing her eyes and stretching her long body out, causing Jodi to stir slightly on the other side of the bed.

Bette remembered she’d promised herself she’d go for a run that morning following a close examination of the younger women and as such she forced herself from bed. Jodi rolled over as she got up, and half opened her eyes- obviously still asleep, made an inaudible noise and nested back into the pillows. Bette half considered jumping back in and going for a run tomorrow, but her stubborn nature caught her and she began fishing through her draws for a pair of shorts and a singlet

“I don’t even remember where…” realising she was talking to herself she internalised her realisation of just how long it had been since she’d had any need for this particular outfit.

Needless to say it was depressing. Fifteen minutes later Bette was clad in black adidas and ready to hit the streets there was a sense of excitement pacing through her body as she ran through a few stretches.

The streets were deserted as the sun teased the chill from the air and dew from the grass; the rhythmic thud of her trainers against the pavement soothed Bette and provided a beat for her suddenly organised thoughts. Now that her whole body was in motion she couldn’t remember why she had given up her morning jogs in the first place though she suspected work was the answer. Unfortunately she was fast running out of breath and her calf muscles began to ache reminding her that she would have to build herself up a little before running a full forty-minute session. Deciding to head home she remembered the woman asleep in her bed and quickly changed her route to include a stop off at The Planet, which she knew would be opening for the eager breakfast rush. Rounding a sharp corner Bette skipped out of the way of a jogger already on the other side