A moan escaped Luna's lips as she rolled onto her side, seeking refuge under the covers. Sleep had beckoned her once more, and as her consciousness returned, she felt the gentle caress of sunlight on her face. Blinking her eyelids open, she gradually oriented herself.
A soft, soothing woman's voice reached her ears, barely audible. "Girl, wake up."
It took her a while to gather her bearings. The room initially appeared hazy, but clarity soon followed. Her eyes fluttered open and closed, struggling to focus.
"You must be thirsty," the woman's voice spoke again, and Luna became acutely aware of the dryness in her mouth.
"Yes," she croaked, watching as the woman reached for the pitcher on the nightstand beside the bed. Water poured into a glass, which she extended to Luna.
