The room was barely lit with the candles burnt out as the few rays of light which somehow managed to enter, brightened it up.
In the four-poster bed situated at the center of the room, a figure moved under the covers of the bedsheets. Trying to get comfortable on the bed, though still asleep. The figure eventually, despite the sheer size of the bed could now be seen at its edge.
Leaning much more to the bed itself than the other side, the figure hadn't moved an inch away or further for a few minutes then —
*THUD!
The figure moved once again, and also in the wrong direction, bringing her crashing down on the marble flooring.
"Ouch?" Waking up and pulling the cloth off her face, Thelma could be seen. Her hair was messed, with bags under her eyes since she'd barely had a wink of sleep. After having to deal with someone who used energy manipulation to continuously keep himself stiff throughout.
*YAWWWN!
