A knock on the door woke Hazel from the deep sleep she fell into on the balcony. The book slipped from her hands, startling her even more as she forgot where she was momentarily.
Her dinner had arrived not long after the guard left and after eating, she fell asleep before she could get by the first page of the book.
"How was I that tired?" She mumbled, pressing her hands to her face.
Surprisingly, sleeping in the chair was comfortable thanks to the warm blanket. Hazel picked up the book to place it on the table and unwrapped the blanket so she could stand.
Thinking the person outside was a maid who came to collect what was left of her dinner, Hazel lifted the tray to take it inside so no one would have to see the flowers she was given.
