Leela turned to the dresser dedicated entirely to sleepwear. It was stocked with icy silk slips and satin robes, but she bypassed those, reaching into a lower drawer. She pulled out a matching set of pajamas made of the softest, fuzziest grey fleece she had ever felt.
She changed quickly, the material feeling like a hug against her skin, and climbed into the freshly made bed.
The mattress was soft but it didn't feel like the hammock of the grove. The sheets were cool and smelled faintly of lavender, not the old magic scent. The pillows were fluffed and there were plenty of them. It was undeniably the most comfortable bed she had ever laid in. And she absolutely hated it.
She tossed to the left and then right. She stared up at the ceiling, watching where the shadows of the tree branches
