Several hours later she woke up. She sat up on the bed and stared at the wall blindly. She gazed at it without a word and it went on for several minutes. Then, she finally rubbed her eyes as she moved to stand on the thick carpet.
Time to start the day.
She looked around and covered her mouth as she yawned. She stretched her arms and turned back to look at the bed. And then shook her head.
No. She should not go to sleep again. Not yet.
She made up her mind and walked to the bathroom. Her bladder could no longer hold it.
A few minutes later, she returned back into the bedroom, still yawning. She already in another outfit, her usual outfit; a pair of sweatshirt and tracksuit. She stopped at the bed, gazing at it longingly.
"Who cares," she murmured and without thinking, climbing back onto the bed, pulling the comforter as she laid comfortably on the bed.
