Good morning.

When she first wakes up, she does so knowing full well she could go back to bed as soon as he leaves for work. She often does.

But every morning will be different, even though every morning is the same. "Not this time," she thinks, but not so much in words as feeling. Today she gets dressed even though she doesn't need to just yet. Looking back, maybe if she'd have put on shoes she would have fully felt ready and thus wouldn't have allowed herself to fall back asleep. Or if she hadn't taken his advice and showered and washed her hair the night before, knowing full well that she doesn't like the body her hair gets when she falls asleep with it damp, thus causing her to a) not feel fully ready for the day with bad hair (along the same lines as the Lack of Shoes Principle) and b) forgo the chance of getting that I'm awake feeling by showering in the morning. Two showers in twelve hours in a desert is appalling.

She is very aware that she lives in a desert and also that she shouldn't be using anything powered with gasoline.

Before the nap (that for the sake of the story disheartened the rest of her day but in actuality hardly interrupted).