The next morning…
Esme was too lazy to wake up. Nestled into the softness of her pillow, she savored the comfort of slumber. It was Sunday, and she had no plans to stir from her cozy nest anytime soon. But fate had other plans.
Ding-Dong-Ding-Dong…
The loud doorbell echoed through the apartment, jarring Esme awake. She sat up with a start, her brain foggy and disoriented. For a moment, her mind grappled with the dissonance between dream and reality.
'Maybe it was in my dream,' she mumbled to herself, trying to dismiss the sound.
Ding-Dong-Ding-Dong…
Before she could settle back down, the doorbell chimed again, snapping her out of her drowsy state. It was indeed not a dream, and Esme realized this abruptly.
