A soft bed was what she woke up to and it happened after quite a long time. Joyce did not even remember the last time she might have felt a soft bed like this one.
Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, but for her, this was heaven at the moment.
Having slept on concrete, while staying alert of anyone who might try to harm her, sleep was hard to come by, and whenever it did, she tried her best to ignore it.
Joyce actually started to ignore how bad her back had started to hurt, along with her bum, and she had constantly slept on the contrary floor. If she moved, someone else would have taken her spot.
Her spot had been right by the dumpster, that had actually barricaded most of the cold air coming from the open end of the alley.
She snuggled into the covers some more, enjoying the feeling of the word she received before she knew she would be tossed out to the cold.
