Inara had an adequate sleep. It was the kind where you did not find yourself in any dream but remained nonexistent until you finally woke up, realizing that you’re a human being that actually exists. It was satisfying.
She sat up on the bed and stretched her body, noticing that Lemuel was up already. She had come to know that he was an early riser. She herself had never been one. She was quite lazy and that with no apologies.
A gnawing thought began to trouble her mind as she remembered her concealed meal from last night. It occurred to her that she could not quite recollect where she had thrashed her snack wrappings.
She had been so tense with the fear of being caught, which had set her in so much of a hurry that she probably must have left evidence. Inara fervently hoped that was not
