The sun's harsh gaze caused a groan to escape Maria's lips. She attempted to shut her eyes tighter, but the heat of the large orbit would not let her go back to sleep that easily. She somehow managed to maneuver the pillow so that it covered her face, but she was wise enough to take it off once she felt her lungs scream for oxygen.
A frustrated huff escaped her mouth, and she threw the pillow off her face. Maria sat up with her half-opened eyes; she did not need to be told she looked like a mad woman. Because as her hands went to scratch her dry scalp, she could feel her dark strands pointing in all directions. Her hands went up to her eyes to rub them; her eyelids clapped rapidly, and soon her vision adjusted to the light of the room.
