For a moment, she seems to stop and you wonder if she heard your shriek. However, she is merely pausing to stretch and yawn, apparently tired. Your suspicions are confirmed when she begins to take off her coat and boats, and then ventures over to her cupboard and changes into her nightgown (which is, like her usual attire pitch black). Shuffling over to the bed, she gives another yawn and settles on the mattress. You hear it squeak and moan above you as she lies down and begins to get some rest. You can't say the same, though. You have no idea where you are or how you got here, and it seems this woman is your only hope for help. You guess you'll have to disturb her beauty sleep and wake her up for some help - sitting here and starving to death doesn't seem like a fun alternative.
You walk around beneath the bed, trying to find a means of getting up. Fortunately, you find a stack of books and papers by the edge of the bed, and you can make your way on top of them to get within reach of the bed covers. The material looks soft, but climbable. You grab onto it with both of your hands and it turns out to be true. You slowly but surely climb your way up with each grip of the sheets, and while the woman occasionally shifts in her sleep and you nearly lose your grip at one point, you eventually make your way to the surface of the bed. As you take a moment to catch your breath, you notice which part of the bed you climbed up to...
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