Monster don't sleep under our beds. They sleep inside our heads.
-Istinita.tumblr.com-
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Inside the bedroom where the golden rays of the sun that almost set was illuminating the space near the window, the smell of hot chocolate that was in Torak's hands filled the room.
Outside, the sun almost set in the horizon. Its golden rays were illuminating the space near the window inside the bedroom. The smell of hot chocolate that was in Torak's hands filled the room.
Torak sat beside Raine, who still felt a little bit weak.Then, he handed the warm cup to her.
Raine smiled softly and received it carefully.She didn't want to spill the white blanket that covered half of her body, with the hot chocolate.
When her fingers touched the cup, the warmth from it could make her feel better, especially when she was at home now.
