Slowly, dreamily, as one does when they wake from a long dream-less sleep, she opened her eyes. It must have been early, she thought, as the light that filtered blurringly into her vision was a cold, grey and life-less one. A yawn escaped her dry lips and with it the stretching of the arms, legs, back and the obligatory pointing of the toes which, more often than not, resulted in foot cramp.

At least that was the same.

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