Lots of creases were found on Nathalie's face as she scrunched from the sudden beam of light, which struck her, mainly her closed eyes. It got to the point she squirmed from the bed, rustling beneath the sheets with a bit of stretch before she sat upright.
Her eyelids bore so heavy that she ought to sink deeper to sleep, but the white brilliance sweltered hers, and by far, it was the worst time she had to force herself and broke free from the good rest.
'Damn, this light is…. Morning already?'
Still, in droopy eyes, she dozed her head—from side to side—then to the ebony wood headboard with a subtle thud.
'I felt so good last night…' she thought groggily; her mind was still rocking back and forth, clearly surprised how contrasted to her body with every pain bored to her vanished without any trace.
