Mizuki twists onto her hip, feeling a terrible discomfort ache through her muscles, worsening the unexplainable soreness in her back.
In the distance, somewhere not too far away, she hears the sound of haphazard buzzing—that of an electric lamp. She tries to block the sound by pressing her hand against her ear, but it only seems to get louder, as though it's trying to annoy her on purpose. She sits up stubbornly, hair falling over her eyes like a net, blocking her vision.
For the first few seconds, while her vision is still blurry and her gaze is obstructed by her hair, she makes out faint, blue hues. Mizuki just about gets a sense of where she may be.
Combing her hands through the knots of her hair, she pushes them back just so she can get a clearer view of her surroundings. She rubs the crust out of her eyes and wipes her sleeve against her lips where drool hangs off its corners.
