Sleep.

Hunter let out a loud yelp as flames shout out of the book, followed by a human face. Quickly she tossed it away and watched as the book disintegrated and withered away. She was shaken and disoriented by the experience, but thankfully not hurt. Still, she felt very, very dizzy after the encounter, and was a bit more confused than usual. Understandable as a fricking book attacked her but still.

Hunter looked up into the sky and found that night had fully set in. Strange, it didn’t feel like that much time had passed. Everything about this place seemed to disorient her in some way, from the peculiar day and night cycle to the reading material. Perhaps if she got some sleep, she would feel better in the morning.

After making sure that nothing else would come out and surprise her, Hunter made her way back to the base of the tree and made a small nest for herself out of the grass. It wasn’t the most comfortable place to sleep, nor was it the warmest, but she was less likely to be spotted between the sprawling roots of the tree.

(Hunter sleeps.)