She stiffly made her way out of the bedroll and limped to the bathroom.
Barely noticing the taste of blood on her lip, she kicked the bedroll away and scrambled awkwardly to her feet again.
The doors and windows securely closed and locked, she settled down on the bedroll to read a book.
Get out of that bedroll you lazy pup.
Bright sunshine beat down through the bedroom window, heating her bedroll until she was drenched with sweat.
Her foot became tangled in the bedroll and she sprawled on the floor.