NARRATOR'S POV
The night went by so quickly, now the rays of the sun are shining through the glass window of Rachelle's room- providing the warmth that soothes the cold she felt the night before. The young lady had done her routine for the morning- but she does not have enough mental and physical strength to leave the bed again. Her mind is slipping in and out of slumber- just like the way her eyes would tiredly open and close. Snuggling closer to the blanket she kept the cold morning air out, while her body felt a little numb from the lack of movement. This reminded her of her days off when she has no plans to go out.
Yes, just like a lazy Sunday morning.
A knock on the door, took her attention- taking her away from her dazed.
"Rachelle," it was Andrea as always.
