Room 1998
Sonia has no idea what half- more than half- of the stuff in her room is. But there is a bed, and a much nicer one than any she's seen back home. (Except for the ones in Dracula's castle, but those were evil.)
Upon dumping her pile of firewood in a corner, she collapses onto the bed, then tunnels into the covers.
Warm.
Soft.
There isn't even a fire, but she's not shivering of cold. Her belly's shaking, but that's nothing new; apparently the child inside is itching for activity.
She starts to worry about Mina, but her mind quickly lets go of the world. She's been awake for too long, doing too much. It's time for some serious rest.
Upon dumping her pile of firewood in a corner, she collapses onto the bed, then tunnels into the covers.
Warm.
Soft.
There isn't even a fire, but she's not shivering of cold. Her belly's shaking, but that's nothing new; apparently the child inside is itching for activity.
She starts to worry about Mina, but her mind quickly lets go of the world. She's been awake for too long, doing too much. It's time for some serious rest.