Morning greets the earth, which is still part of the night. Exactly at seven o'clock in the morning, a lump of a girl's body was still lying comfortably with a blanket covering the whole body up to the chest. That calm face seemed to give the impression that his dream last night was about something beautiful. Lips with a natural color that pursed together made it clear that the rest he was doing was so comfortable that the sun couldn't disturb him who was engrossed in his world.
A knock on the door slowly made the eyes move within their lids. It wasn't the sunlight that bothered him, but the sharp hearing that accidentally heard the knocking on the hard object that slowly woke him up.
Tara. The girl opened her eyes still awake from all the world she had woken up from last night. He turned towards the door, which was still knocking. He took a deep breath before finally getting up to see who the person who had disturbed his good sleep was.
