The moment Mira's eyes opened, her stomach gave her a little welcome. It growled at her, reminding Mira that she was a living being who had to eat.
And today, her stomach did not crave polish, no, it craved something worse. It craved bleach. Mira did not know why but she thought she needed to perceive bleach at least once today. And bleach was not even edible.
Mira forced her torso up the bed to sit up straight. Her eyes remained shut as she smacked her lips together and raised a hand up to scratch her head. Her head was no longer tied nicely like she had done it when she welcomed Ming Tao by the dying lake. It was still held up but in a very messy and not elegant way.
