The next morning wasn't really a sunny one also, as the earlier, mighty, bone-chilling snowstorm that manifested during yesterday evening till midnight had darkened the atmosphere even though it was already morning, although it had stopped, but that's just for a short while. And with the weather deeming as though it was mourning a dead person, one would have been quick to understand that another snowstorm would soon manifest today too.
Flower was already in her room, asleep peaceful. As the cold weather conditions was making the air even more bone-chilling, causing her to pull the duvet which was overwhelming her body before, even further onto her fragile frame.
Flower was sleeping peacefully, enjoying the warmth of the duvet, and the softness of the bed. It lasted, at least not until she began hearing some strange sounds, as though music was being played directly to her ear.
