Mai Mingle felt as if she were floating up from the bottom of a deep, dark, murky river.
Someone was shaking her, again and again, jolting her consciousness gradually toward the light. Reluctantly, she finally, slowly opened her eyes.
"...You actually managed to fall asleep," said the back of a head with long, disheveled hair, which was currently dominating her field of vision.
Mai Mingle stared at it, dazed for a moment.
The memories from before she fell asleep were a step behind, but they surfaced now. She couldn't help but gasp and recoil, nearly hitting the wall. "What are you doing?"
She quickly flexed her hands, which were shoved in her pockets, to take inventory—a lipstick in her left hand, an eyeball in her right. Both were still there. The eyelashes were still gently pricking the skin of her palm.
'To actually fall asleep while surrounded by a pack of wolves...' Mai Mingle was a little surprised at herself. 'It seems I was just too exhausted.'
