In the morning, Hazel sat in her bed for a long time after she had woke up. The little girl was staring out the window with a dazed expression. A few minutes later, her hips quivered and Hazel quickly bit at her lips to suppress her tears.
There was a knock on the door and Hazel quickly buried her face in the pillow. She listened as the door swung open but continued to stay unmoved. The mattress beside her sunk and by the rose-scented perfume, Hazel knew right away that the person who had entered her room was her grandmother.
"Hazel?" Sophie touched at the little girl's shoulder softly. Judging from the way Hazel breathed, Sophie knew that Hazel had woke up a while ago and now, she was just pretending to sleep. "Are you not going to wake up?"
"Grandma, let me sleep a little longer," Hazel muffled against her pillow. Her hands moved to rub her eyes and Hazel was not surprised to find it wet with tears. "I don't feel good."
