She didn't like it. Not one single bit.

That she didn't know, what time it was. What date it was. Whether it was day or night, morning or afternoon. As she lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling out of boredom, Aerith thought it was frustrating. There was no clock, no window, not even a small opening for light from outside to come in, telling her that the sun is up. She hated it. 

Sitting up, she looked around. There was only a bed, a cabinet table and a toilet connected to the room. It seems nothing would amuse her. So she slumped back down on her bed and closed her eyes, trying to doze off.