XVII.

THE CURTAINS were swaying slowly as the light embezzled me from my sleep. I couldn't help but yawn and stretch my arms out.

Morning had just started, and the sunlight radiating from across the window pane put a smile on my face.

As I looked around the room, I was greeted by the gleaming sight of white colored wallpaper, followed by the same bedroom I had been sleeping in for the past few months.

Afterwards, my eyes landed on the woman sleeping close to me, with blonde locks of hair and pale porcelain-like skin.

I couldn't help but plant a kiss on her neck.

On Tuesday morning, I was able to get up early and cook breakfast for the two of us. I prepared everything for the day and woke her up at around seven o'clock in the morning.

Once we finished our breakfast, she started navigating through the morning, preparing herself for classes.

Meanwhile, I went back to my usual job taking care of the garbage and cleaning up the place, until she called out to me to bid farewell and pecked me on t