Things don't always look better in the clear light of morning

[runmakitarun]

Makita sleeps for nearly sixteen hours before her eyes snap open abruptly. She's in a bed. That isn't right. Her mind casts back, trying to figure out how she got here, but the memory she finds first stops any search for an explanation.

Now she's curled up on the bed, tucked into as small a space as she can manage, whining brokenly.