Sleeping was such a sorrowful thing to do—when she tried to close her eyes and slumber, it was more difficult to stay still. Thoughts raced through her mind and her chest pounded loudly in her ears. The pulse quickened even when she tried to find peace. All she wanted to do was sleep and then find the Time Man again.
Only that.
So why was sleeping so hard? A loud sigh escaped her lips, and she opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling for once. "Hahh… do I need to imbibe something in order to fall asleep?" she asked herself aloud.
It was something that she sometimes drank, prescribed by the Royal Doctor in order for her to rest when she overworked herself. She had done her best to ease her work schedule and get more hours of sleep—it would wane her beauty if she kept up too late. And so she did it.
But now…
She flung her arm across the bed and let out a louder sigh.
