Beata approached the blue guest yurt door and gave it a gentle knock, the sound reverberating through the quiet evening air. Pausing briefly, she turned the handle and pushed the door open, her presence announced by the soft creaking of the wooden frame.
"Hello, Lacey, it's me, Beata. Jack sent me over," she called out softly, her voice carrying a soothing tone as she peered into the cozy space.
Inside, Lacey lay cocooned in the covers, her blond hair splayed out on the pillow like a golden cascade against the muted backdrop of the room.
"Lacey?" Beata asked, her voice gentle yet persistent, hoping to rouse her from her slumber.
"Hmm?" Lacey finally responded, her voice muffled by the covers as she pushed them aside to reveal her face.
Beata walking over to the bed so she could take L
