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A gentle jostling, like the softest tremor in her heart, awoke her from her sleep.  Bleary eyed, she stretched her legs wrought with the kind of stiffness only an immeasurably deep sleep could bring.  How long had it been?  Whatever the answer, she had been out long enough for a healthy trail of drool to have wiggled its way out of her mouth, up her face and into the tuft of fur atop her head. That was when she realized she was upside down. Readjusting her orientation so she was right side up, the bat fairy rubbed the dried drool from her face and the sleep from her eyes as she tried to recall what she had been doing before she fell asleep.

The weight of physical exhaustion had held her eyelids closed for god knows how long, and fresh emotional wounds threatened to scab them closed for good.  But this sleep was not eternal, and Sofía arduously peeled open her eyelids.  The sight of a dread peering over her made her startle on instinct, but a few deep breaths managed to calm her racing heart.  After all, the dread had a little nurse’s hat perched between its pointed ears, and a small cup of water held precariously between its pointed feet, surely not a threat. Settling back down into the bed she found herself in, Sofía took stock of what appeared to be a somewhat