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She opens her eyes as it gets dark, feeling cozy and content for the first time in an age. It's been ever so long since she was properly rested, but now she feels as though she's slept the clock round in her own bed at home.
There is no bed here, but she stretches and sighs, comfortable. The pictures in her head told her what would happen, and now that it has she finds she doesn't mind a bit.
By and by, she'll get up out of her new-dug resting place, like the rising sun that she'll never see again
The End