Viola woke up the next morning with a light headache and the strong urge to roll herself deeper into the warm blanket and continue sleeping, but having disciplined herself for the past years by waking at the first light of dawn before the deltas would wake her up brutally in the Hollow Quarter, her body had learned to arise early even before her brain fully did, no matter how tired or drained she felt.
Actually, she still felt body aches in different angles and corners of her body, soreness settling into her muscles, however she knew she shouldn't be sleeping.
Viola opened her eyes, instinctively reaching for her glasses on the nightstand and putting them on, biting back a yawn and stretching the back of her neck as she moved her legs away from the bed to the floor. That was when she paused in her actions, her eyes narrowing slightly as they slowly took in her surroundings before she looked down at the bed beneath her.
