[It's the squeeze that wakes her up, though it happens slowly: she drifts out of sleep leisurely enough that her eyelids flutter a few times before she's fully aware of where she is and what's going on.
The first thing she does is extricate a hand and reach for the window, pushing aside the gauzy curtains to peer out at the stars.]
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The first thing she does is extricate a hand and reach for the window, pushing aside the gauzy curtains to peer out at the stars.]