She stretched, yawned then rolled over and vainly tried to ignore the tingling in her nose as something foreign caressed it. She sneezed and brought a hand up to move the strange object away. It moved temporarily, but was back straight away, and continued to aggravate her nose. She sneezed a second time.
"Mrugh," she said, finally, hating that she had to get up now or risk a continual sneeze.
"Good morning," a voice greeted her.
She looked up and stared deeply into the eyes of a stranger. A stranger whose hair had been tickling her nose.
"Get up," he said.
And she did what she was told, shivering slightly as a sharp wind whipped by. She wasn't wearing much despite the fact that summer had long gone and she was lying outside in a park.
"I think," he said, taking in her state of dress. "It would be best if we took this down to the station."
She only nodded. She'd been there before. They were nice enough, despite the fact that they liked to send her fines. And sometimes she'd been locked into a cell, but she'd always gotten out. It wasn't that she didn't have a home. It was just that she didn't like to be in it.
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