Cinnamon Jones

The alarm goes off and you groan. You totally forgot to silence it because its Saturday and you don't have work. Stretching, you take a deep breath and suddenly stop. Are those pancakes you smell? You pad out of your bedroom and the delicious aroma grows stronger and alongside of that is freshly brewed coffee. As you enter your living room you stop. There's a woman in your apartment! She looks like some actor at a medieval fair, dressed in gypsy garb sipping tea from a cup you don't own. Yoi start to stammer when she speaks