The insistent beeping of the alarm on her mobile phone woke her before she was ready, and Gillian lay in bed for a few extra minutes, savouring the warm earth before venturing into the cold air of the crypt. Finally, the ache in her bladder and the gnawing hunger in her belly forced her to push the heave stone lid to one side and climb out into the darkness of the mausoleum, though movement detectors switched on the hundred LED fairy lights Harold had installed as a surprise on her last rebirthday.
'Why,' she wondered as she used the recently installed convenience, 'did vampires even need to pee? You never saw Edward relieving himself in Twilight.
She did her exercise routine before heading out of the door, momentarily surprised by the beautiful sunset before she burst into flame, not even noticing Haold's note pinned to the outside of the mausoleum:
Don't forget to put your clocks forward – daylight savings time.