IVWHEN I WOKE, I SMELLED the dust and sneezed. Of course that made my leg hurt. But the cushions underneath me felt good, as well as a cotton pillowcase-covered pillow. I hadn't luxuriated in a real bed for a long time. The wool blanket scratched, but the deep smell of natural fibers was another scent I hadn't experienced for too long.
All brought back memories of earlier times I'd interacted with humans. Good and bad.
The narrow room held this bunk opposite a workbench. It looked like she had been using it for potting. A large set of windows was above the bench and gave a decent amount of light through the dingy panes. Enough to see the rest of the rustic room. All the walls were covered with hanging tools and shelves that held glass bottles and plastic containers made from cutting off
