43: Look Different...

The gentle breeze filtered through the window, creating a warm air in the entire room. The sun was making its presence known, its rays entering without asking for permission, providing a little extra illumination.

Her head was comfortably resting on the plush pillow. Her face was turned to one side, her white curly hair covering a large part of her face, and her breathing was calm—still asleep.

Or at least, that's what she tried to do until a beam of sunlight hit her directly.

She shifted, burying her face in the pillow. The palms of her hands rested on the mattress, releasing a groan. She didn't want to get up. She could bet it was still too early, and that ray of sun was just being mischievous. Unwilling to give in to the sun's whims, she stopped resting her palms and stretched her arms by her side. The soft linen blanket had an immediate effect of laziness on her, something she loved. Not even her own bed caused such an effect as the one she was in. Like the one she was in last nig