The sunlight outside the window was bright and cheerful, as if the atrocious weather of the extreme before was but a distant dream. Only the water stains on the windowsill and the damp ground in the streets confirmed that late last night, a heavy rain had indeed fallen—the sunny weather that followed seemed just right for indulging in sleep at home.
However, Sherry had already slept enough. She had never slept this long in one go, and the hint of hunger nudging at her stomach was urging her to get up.
Because lying in bed on an empty stomach was an unpleasant memory for her—at a younger age, she had used sleep to get through the hungriest of nights. If it weren't for A-Dog's waking and support, she might have left this world on one of those cold, hungry winter nights.
When hunger crossed a certain threshold, one could brush shoulders with death in their sleep. This was one of Sherry's precious life experiences.