Early morning, the hues of nature bloomed anew just like a flower would reborn after withering. And the daylight bathed these hues with its own warmth.
Golden threads of morning light fell inside the room, inviting the dreams of the night to enter the day.
Soon, the figure on the bed started moving around. Her hair fell down over her face in a disorderly manner. She lifted her boney hands to push her hair away before rubbing her eyes to get rid of the sleepiness.
She moved her hand around to look for her phone and it took her a while to find her phone which had actually fallen under the bed. How did that happen? Well, she didn't know at all. And neither did she care since it wasn't even the first time it happened.
