Kaira rolled over, then groaned as her entire body ached. She changed position again and this time the bruise on her head pushed into the pillow, making her wince and dragging her awake enough to take in her surroundings.
She was lying on the floor. For a moment she was completely disorientated, then she realised she was next to the sofa in the living area. She must have fallen asleep on it and then rolled off at some point. She dragged herself back onto the sofa and sat there, trying to wake up properly.
The floor was pretty clean, but it certainly wasn’t comfortable and her sleep hadn’t been restful — both because of where she’d been lying, and the dreams about failing to save the freighter.
She sat on the sofa, still barely awake, toying with the idea of making a coffee. She mus
