[Next day]
The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the cozy bedroom. A gentle breeze wafted through the open window, carrying with it the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee from the kitchen. Ziana smiled, comforted by the familiar scent that had always been one of her mother's charms. Nostalgia and a surge of emotions washed over her as she rolled over, snuggling deeper into the covers.
With a contented sigh, she opened her eyes, taking in the familiar sights of her room. Posters adorned the walls, capturing her favorite memories and aspirations. Neatly stacked books lined the shelf, whispering tales of adventures and escapades. Soft toys were scattered across the small couch, a testament to the childlike innocence that still lingered within her. It was a haven of cherished memories, grounding her in the present while evoking sweet moments of her past life.
