Julrane woke up and tried to stretch as she always did before getting out of bed. It was harder than normal. Her arms wouldn’t move. They were pinned to her side. Any residual sleep-addledness dissipated from the surprise. She was in her own room. That was good. She wiggled. Something was tied around her chest. Ropes? It didn’t feel like rope through her gown. More like a lot of small, soft strings. She shifted her body enough to look down at herself. The strings around her were blue.
She thought back on the night, and her mind recalled taking longer than normal to get comfortable, turning over multiple times. She’d always let it float lose around her rather than wrap or braid it, and now she had, apparently, tied herself up. This was a downside to having ankle-length hair she had never yet stumbled across. She’d have to tell the plants about this one, once she got herself free.