Clara, who previously fell asleep and was already in her bed, but still wearing the same clothes without being changed first by Mr. K because he respects Clara, finally feels disturbed in her long sleep.
Slowly Clara began to squirm her body slowly and felt her throat grow drier and drier.
Gradually Clara started blinking her eyes slowly and tried to sit herself on the bed.
For a moment, Clara's eyes began circulating around the room she was living in as if convincing the room she was in this time.
"This is Kevin's room? Then why is there a dressing table there," Clara said, staring at the dressing table she had just seen in the room.
With her soul that hasn't been collected completely yet, Clara chose to get out of her bed and stepped her feet out.
Her throat was getting drier, for that Clara forced herself to get out of her bed, not to mention that her clothes which she just realized were still the same as before.
