It was the next day, and it was morning. Just like yesterday, this day in particular was also sunny and bright. However this didn't insinuate that the day wasn't an absolutely frigid one. As always the weather was always bone-chilling, it's just that it wasn't snowing, this gave the sun an opportunity to dazzle up in the sky.
In a trivially small room, Flower was layed gently on the bed. Her thin and unhealthy body was already hidden under the shadow of a fluffy, neatly, knitted blanket. Her eyes were firmly shut as she was still fast asleep.
The room appeared typical, it didn't look too luxurious compared to her formal room. It just consisted of a brick fireplace which was litted up definitely due to the cold, the floor was made with log, likewise the ceilings. A wooden chair and a table was aimed at some point in part of the small room, and a small wooden wardrobe too. In short, the room was seemingly made for a single person.
