Summary: There just aren't enough.
Disclaimer: I'm just a fanfiction writer. All hail the rightful owners.
"Ugh…" The woman in the red pajamas grunted. "Where am I? Brazil, no… Ireland, no… South Africa… um… wait, no… New Zealand. That's it."
Though the high-pitched alarm was blaring, Carmen couldn't help but put her head back down on the pillow. Jet lag and three and a half hours of sleep made her wonder why she chose this life. Everything ached. Carmen wasn't sick, but that didn't matter all that much. In the early hours of morning, her body felt as heavy as lead. Wait, what was the densest element again? Make that osmium, heavy as osmium. Carmen felt brittle like osmium too… and difficult to mold or work with and maybe… She cut off her train of thought... It was too early for this.
The master thief rolled over and looked at the clock. "5:00 am." Carmen read blearily. Instinctively, she missed the dream she'd been having. Her entranced self had been on a heist, and everything had been working beautifully. Now she needed to go on a real caper but she didn't feel like it. The sun was still down and it was pouring outside. Anywhere but this bed seemed like the last place she wanted to be. Besides, it involved moving.
"Let's go…" She told herself half-heartedly.
Her inner sloth rebelled. "But it's so nice and warm here."
"Maybe ten more minutes…" she murmured and then thought about it.
"No… I said I wouldn't do that again." She argued with herself.
However, temptation won out. Carmen grabbed for the handheld device, lifted from the agency after her own broke. She turned a couple of dials, setting it for 3.5 hours. Then she hit the travel button on her Chronoskimmer.
As she turned over to the other side of the bed, away from her technically former self, to sleep the same three and a half hours over again, Carmen sighed. "I love this machine."