If it wasn't for people talking - and yelling, - Keaira would have probably stayed asleep. Being under the heat of the UV bulb was so nice; an arm and a leg hung over the edge of her loft bed with the other arm curled under her cheek, acting like a pillow. Her actual pillow, along with most of her covers, all lay on the floor, knocked there at some point during her rest. A long lazy yawn stretched Keaira's mouth wide, tongue unfurling and curling while she stretched her body long before arching her back. "So much for sleep," she grumbled.
After another back arching stretch and flexing her fingers, she slid down off the bed. Another gaping, tongue curling, yawn escaped her as she stretched an arm over head and the other to the side to work her shoulders. Her fist kneaded at an eye when she brought it down. It took another moment or so for her to even want to open her eyes. A few blinks, and her eyes adjusted to the room - not just because the first attempt was a little blinding even with the dimmer lighting from the UV bulb, but because sleep still tried to keep them closed.
Although she might not have known what she was expecting, the sparsely furnished room was the last thing she thought she'd see when she woke up. The jumpsuit she realized she was wearing felt a bit constricting, like her body couldn't breathe; she didn't even know why, but it just felt like too much. That dresser had to have something better to wear, so she crossed the room and started looking through the drawers. More jumpsuits, and undergarments - sports bras instead of regular bras - filled most of the drawers with one drawer dedicated to random things like a few random romance novels, an Ipod...She plucked that up before even looking at the other stuff. The suffocating discomfort of such a concealing outfit vanished from her mind when the interest to find out what the Ipod held came into her head.
Flicking through the device, she played around for a few seconds. Techno songs, club/house music, high energy rock and/or pop music - she saw tons of songs she recognized before that lost her interest too. Quickly replaced by a curiosity as to what was in the leather bound book. Picking that up, she breezed through the pages to find them blank. Now that her mind was awake, her thoughts quickly transferred between subjects and she found herself mourning how suffocatingly constricting the jumpsuit was.
"Hey, howmanypeopleareawake? Ijustwokeup anddidanyoneelsenoticehowstuffyitisinhere?" Keaira walked toward the door to her cell while she spoke, not even realizing that her questions slurred together to almost be one word. Once she stopped near the cell door, she undid the top half of the jumpsuit, tying it up around her waist so at least her top half could breathe better in just a sports bra.
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