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Snowy was awakened by the dazzling light. She put a hand to her forehead, blocking the glare. She had slept quite comfortably last night, after all, ignoring that. The pillow was soft, fluffy, and a little warm, and so was the quilt.

When she was able to get used to it, Snowy stretched her back and prepared to get out of bed. In the end, her outstretched hand touched something. Puzzled