curse your dairy, island! curse it!

[dishabille_mal]

Maladicta hummed softly into her pillow, wriggling at least partially out form under the thing cotton blanket. The morning was warm, although she could tell the sun was newly risen, because there was some coolness in the breeze, still. She sighed, basking in the peace of the moment, before it sunk in that she was feeling a little sore, which seemed strange to her. Something was occurring to her. She blinked at the ceiling, dragging the back of her hand across her eyes, yawning, blinking. She stretched.

No, something was definitely trying to push itself into her waking consciousness.

"...mmn, weird dream," she sighed and turned onto her back.