As the first rays of dawn pierced through the curtains, John's peaceful slumber was abruptly shattered by the sweet voice of his faithful maid, Nella.
"Young master, wake up... arise, young master," Nella's melodious voice resonated in the room, gently rousing him from his dreams.
A groan escaped John's lips as he struggled to emerge from the depths of sleep, his voice heavy with drowsiness as he remained cocooned within the warmth of his blankets. "What is the matter, Nella?"
"Master, today is the grand gathering organised to celebrate your awakening. You must prepare yourself and be ready to grace the occasion," Nella explained with a hint of urgency in her voice.
"Umm... not now, Nella. Allow me a few more moments of sleep," John murmured, hastily pulling the covers over himself, determined to reclaim the blissful embrace of the sleep.
