Country: Aurivelle
City: Auremont
Alvara
I woke up before my alarm.
For a moment I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to understand why my body felt like it had been thrown down a flight of stairs.
Then I tried to stretch my legs.
Pain shot through my thighs.
“Oh my God,” I groaned softly, burying my face into the pillow.
“I’m dying.”
Yesterday’s exercise.
A knock sounded on the door.
“Alvara?” Isabella’s voice came through.
“Are you alive?”
“Barely.”
I opened the door and Isabella peeked in, already dressed in leggings and a loose hoodie, her hair tied up high.
She looked far too energetic for someone who had also done the same workout yesterday.
“You’re still in bed?” she said with a grin.
“My legs don’t belong to me anymore.”
Isabella laughed and lean
