Sara woke up when the sun had risen to its highest position in the sky. There was no point in waking up early anymore. Her will to get out of the bed was close to zero as she propped herself up. The more she thinks about how her day will go, the more crappy she felt. There was nothing left to look forward to upon waking up. It was not like she could go out and enjoy the outdoor scenery, nor was there a slight change in her daily routine.
She was feeling groggy from oversleeping and was not bothered by how she looked at the moment. The way her hair tangled in a mess, the way her cheeks looked puffy and how traces of sleep was apparent on her eyes. It was unsightly. A groan escaped from her throat as she felt tensed on her right side of the body due to bedsore.
