sniffs
What time is it? is the immediate thought that comes to mind, eyes flutter open seeing a yellow-grey blur in her vision. Her eye’s still feeling heavy as if having been asleep for sever long years, cocoon-d in several layers of multi-coloured blankets with a bed decorated in stuffed plushes. The perfect little nesting place, it was impossible to not be able to curl up and fall asleep in it, such was the beauty and fine arrangement of her bed. Rin extended a hand outwards to her other, a groan trapped in her throat, raising the other hand to wipe away any excess sleep.
I don’t even think it’s morning.
“ Well, that’s certainly a way to wake someone up, mornin’ Rin.... or is it night?”
















