The first conscious thought Ino had was that she was

thirsty

.

It had taken her all morning to wake up. First, the sunlight warmed her face, making her feel cozy and like she was

floating

. Then the rough, starchy sheets under her began to irritate her skin, warming up as the sun shone over the fabric. She went from warm and cozy to too hot and needing the thin blanket off of her. With the sedation still running through her veins, her limbs were sluggish, her eyes heavy. She started slowly, wiggling fingers and toes. Then she twitched an ankle. A wrist. An elbow. One pale eye cracked open, only to be slammed shut again. The light was so bright, hitting her in the face, nearly blinding in its intensity.