I woke up. The sounds of The Ghost around me. I slowly rose from the bed, the world seeming very, very unappreciative of the fact that it was 6 am. I looked to my left, and saw it. I frowned. I hated these stupid memories, and ironically, although they were dreams, it seemed like I never slept long enough to have the silly things. Dreams. I groaned. The whole idea of it was just... Well. They were supposed to be your mind replaying the day's events, but unless she was reliving her whole life every day, that statement was simply not true. I swerved my head to the left once more, it was simply just a coincidence. Nothing more.

I walked away from the spray painted wall, away from the artwork I had done just the previous day.  Away from the spray painted art of small hole, with a ladder reaching the top.

I slipped on my boots. They felt perfect in size to me, despite being slightly too big. I didn't even know why I painted the hole. Or the ladder. It wasn't very colorful, so it stood out among the hot pinks and magenta colors that inhabited the room more frequently. I sighed. I would have to start painting the halls. Kanan would not approve of that. 

I swung around the corner, and saw Zeb, Ezra, and Chopper fighting again. Nothing out of the ordinary. Kanan was in his room meditating, again, nothing unusual. Hera was in the cockpit of course, trying to fix the ship that was always breaking, and yelling for Chopper. There hadn't been a mission in weeks, and I was getting quite bored. Actually, that was an understatement. If I couldn't get out of this ship, and soon, I was going to lose my mind here. I could always take the Starbird, my ship, out for a spin. But, even that seemed dull today. And, to make matters worse,

I Was, Out. Of. Paint.

All the time without a mission made me paint a lot. It was what I did when I was Bored.

Or Angry.

Or Upset.

Or Happy

Or... Well, you get the point.

I needed some paint. And soon.