The first light of dawn crept through the curtains, painting gentle strokes of gold upon the walls of Rachael's room. In the quiet stillness of the morning, she lay cocooned in the warmth of her feather-soft blankets, wrapped in a dream-filled slumber.
Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, like the ebb and flow of a tranquil sea. The room itself seemed to hold its breath, as if afraid to disturb the peaceful sleep of its beloved inhabitant.
Rachael stirred in her slumber, feeling the gentle embrace of a deep and peaceful sleep slowly receding. As her eyes fluttered open, the view of the room she was given as a guest came into view.
After her encounter with Malachi in the laundry room, he quickly showed her the room where she'll be spending the rest of her night. Exhaustion from the work she had done that day made her bone weak. She didn't know when she fell on the bed and slowly fell asleep.
