~LAYLA~
EVENING
I wake up from sleep.
My muscles are feeling so much better from the rest. The scent of the faintest trace of vanilla from my pillow fills my nostrils. After everything that happened; the trial, the conversation I had with Brie before she left me to sleep, I am happy that I still got to relax and doze off without any disturbances.
Now, as I sit up, I feel a bit refreshed.
Shaking my head, I wand off the remaining haze of sleep from my eyes. I’ll still have my night sleep, but I am feeling a little bit hungry, and I also need to have my night shower.
Stretching up my arms, I let out a yawn, my mind sluggishly pulling itself back to the real world before I climb out of bed. Right now, I can see through my window curtains that the sun is almost done setting, and that the
