Awakening from slumber, her body shifted from left to right. Her head fell onto the left side, where her warm pillow toasted her cheek. As she let out soft breaths, sunlight bloomed from the window and brushed across her lashes, calling for her eyes to open.
Her hands were swaddled along with her in her blanket, rolled up nice and tight. Fumeko pushed her legs and arms out, undoing her bindings to get out of bed.
Sauntering on over to her vanity, she smiled—as all it took to tidy her short hair was a few fingers to run through and a few pats. It was no wonder she was feeling more cold and weightless than usual.
She adjusted the headband upon her head and walked about her room—to a particular board we she had not quite taken down. Red strings and papers were pinned across.
