Tiana threw a pillow at Mulan. "Wake up, sleepyhead! You'll be late."
"Unf." Mulan rubbed her eyes with a yawn and threw off the comforter. "Okay, okay." She scooted next to Tiana in the mirror over their dorm room's one sink and washed her face.
Tiana brushed her teeth. She had an early Econ class -- life as a double major in culinary arts and business meant classes at weird hours -- but they could meet up after Mulan's History of Women's Issues for lunch.
College was a blast. She didn't even mind her roommate's pet dragon, still snoring in his basket.