She wasn’t sure when she had fallen asleep, but it hadn’t been too long ago due to the heaviness in her eyes and the strong, familiar feeling of unfulfilled sleep. She pushed her sore body off the tree she had been laying against, the blanket from her bag partially covered with scattered dead leaves and the air only partially warmer than it had been when she had sat down to rest. Her stomach grumbled and she took just a second to wrack her brain to think of if she had any rations left in her purse, only to remember that she hadn’t. Dusk was trying to break through the cloudy sky. Surely it would rain sometime that day.