The night dragged on, but sleep eluded her; weariness failed to overtake her tired body. Lost's thoughts were in control this night. Thoughts of many things: past, present, and future. Why she was left abandoned on the island... That the fire had burned out, leaving her cold and unprotected... Would the trade winds bring saviors to her...
She tossed and turned in the tiny lean-to. Too addled to find any solutions, too frustrated to give up on their pursuit, her mind drifted in and out of a shallow, uneasy sleep filled with half-awake dreams of memories and unformed plans. This was not a restful slumber, but all the worry and chill of the night prevented her from getting what she needed to take on the following day: proper rest. As the light of dawn crept into her small shelter, she was ill prepared to face it. But...face it she must.
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