Sakura looked around. It was small and messy. Their was a small bed in a corner. She sat, but found it just as comfortable as a pile of hay. sakura sighed, tapping the ground with her staff. Silvery stuff shot out and form a sort of webbing, floating a few feet from the ground. It was very fragile, and held little weight. She set herself on it, unable to sleep.
She faintly heard voices outside her door. She stood from the silvery material and it vanished. Sakura began pacing, with nothing better to do. She walked up to the small window and opened it, letting her breeze come in. Sakura sighed, sitting on the floor underneath the open window. She was cold, but it felt nice to have fresh air.