The ashtray was the first thing Kate saw that morning. She stared at it for a while, her body paralysed by tiredness. She had sat up and yawned loudly before noticing how full it was. Swinging her legs out of bed, she rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked down; something was stuck between her toes. She picked it up.
Be happy, my friend; and if you obey me in this one request, remain satisfied that nothing on earth will have the power to interrupt my tranquility. — Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
