The sun shone brightly, penetrating through the window blinds and aiming for her face.
She didn't feel like getting out of bed. It's been that way for weeks, maybe months and she wondered how she had gradually gone from being ecstatic about her going about her day to having her headache so badly just at the thought of getting off her bed.
She turned to the other side of the bed grumpily to prevent the sun from waking her up when she didn't want to.
The sun somehow had plans to get her out of bed, as its rays reflected in the room, she couldn't hide from it. She threw the sheets over her head.
When she thought she had been able to escape the sun, she heard Elio knock on her room door.
She grumbled, hitting her leg on the bed in quick succession; it was obvious that everything and everyone was out to get her.
She decided that she wouldn't move an inch from her bed to open the door, he was going to leave when his knuckles had grown weary.
