Trisha struggled to open her eyes, wincing at the sunlight pouring through the windows. What time was it? She pushed herself up on one elbow and squinted at the clock. 9:57!
Her heart raced as she shot up in bed. There was no way that clock was right. She never slept this late, not even on weekends. Actually, she hadn't slept this well in ages.
She listened closely. There was no traffic noise or car horns blaring, just the cheerful chirping of a mockingbird in the tree outside her window.
Trisha curled back into her cozy bed and sighed with contentment. This was definitely something she could get used to.
The soft morning light cast a warm glow over her room. The sun turned the lacy curtains a peachy hue and spread its pattern onto the walls in a playful dance of light and shadows. The whole room felt inviting and comfortable.
Home.
