She woke up at four fifteen feeling human.

This was unusual. Most days she woke from day sleep feeling like something scraped off the floor — the specific disorientation of a body that had been asleep at the wrong time and knew it. Today she woke up and lay in the afternoon light and felt rested and felt the day and felt the river tomorrow sitting somewhere warm in her chest.

She ate something real.

She went back to sleep at nine and woke at seven feeling more human still and lay in the Saturday morning and thought about the river and thought about him in daylight and felt something...