The sunlight outside the window was brilliant, making the atrocious weather from before seem like a distant dream. Only the water stains on the windowsill and the damp ground in the streets attested to the fact that late last night, there had indeed been a downpour—and now, after the rain had stopped and left behind a sunny day, it seemed like the perfect time to indulge in sleeping in.
But Sherry had slept more than enough. She had never slept this long in one go, and the hunger gnawing at her belly was urging her to get up.
Being hungry in bed was an unpleasant memory for her—when she was younger, she used to sleep through the hungriest of nights, and if not for the wakeup calls and support from A-Dog, she might have left this world on one particularly cold and hungry winter night.
Once hunger crossed a certain threshold, a person might brush shoulders with death in their sleep; this was one of Sherry's precious life experiences.