Kayla grabbed hold of her pillow and swung it in the direction of River, hoping to at least knock the smaller woman down. "Leave me alone!" she demanded, unaware that her tone sounded more whiny than authoritative. With the loss of her cocoon of warmth, Kayla curled her legs up to her chest.
Now she was without a blanket and a pillow. She only had two options and only one could be considered seriously. River could suddenly die by way of strangulation and Kayla could go back to sleep or Kayla could get up and have breakfast. If she killed River, then she would finally have peace back into her life but, with breakfast, her stomach would be full of delicious food. Also, killing would be more of a short term goal, as she wouldn't get away with murder and prison food was reportedly bad. Breakfast would last until lunch, which would last until dinner and so on. Yes, waking up seemed like the better option. Damn.
"I hate you," she mumbled, her arms over her head.