The faint light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow upon the room.
"It does seem very early," Rosey muttered, as she slowly eased herself out of the bed.
In the process, she pushed away the bed sheet that had been wrapped tightly around her, her face scrunched up in a slight expression of discomfort.
She stretched her arms out wide, feeling the stiffness of her muscles slowly dissipating as she moved.
The faint light of dawn now revealed her tousled hair, which fell haphazardly around her face and shoulders.
Rosey's dainty feet touched down on the cool tiles of the bedroom floor as she brought herself to a standing position.
She wobbled a little, still feeling a bit disoriented from her deep slumber.
Her hands came up to scratch her head, ruffling her tousled hair even further as she tried to shake off the last vestiges of sleep.
