Morning, not unlike the others she had woken up to, had a sticky heavy feeling. They made her want to take a bath, or at the least pull herself out of her vegetative state on the make shift bed in the corner of the room.
Slivers of sunlight found them self's filling the room, coating the walls and floors in an amber orange dye. It made the dulled colors of the room pop a little more, creating a less lethargic feeling in the muted gray room.
The shack had been passed down to her from her adoptive father. He was her only fatherly figure for a long time; she wished it had stayed that way.
The room itself was made up of plywood boards, sides o