It had been a while since Mina could wake up in the morning without feeling afraid. She was finally getting comfortable here, tucked away safe in the mountains. That in itself was a little frightening… isn’t it when the main character in a book gets too comfortable that everything starts going wrong? She was too happy today to feel let thoughts like that snake into her head. She got out of bed and pulled the covers up; she gave the now ‘made’ bed a satisfied nod and went to grab a bar of soap. She didn’t move around in her sleep last night, in fact she slept hard. The first time in months. She couldn’t quite put her finger on what was making her feel so content, but none-the-less she made her way outside, soap in hand.