: To kill them
The mellifluous sound of a woman’s voice woke me up from my slumber.
As I opened my eyes, the warm sunshine gently caressed my face. Through the open window, the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers drifted in. She swayed her hips and sang along to a song playing on a small speaker, her enchanting voice filling the room with melody. I couldn’t help but fixate on her graceful movements. She was so engrossed in folding the curtain that she remained oblivious to my wakefulness. After a while, she finally noticed my gaze fixed upon her.
“How are you feeling now, Miss Caroline? I apologize for waking you up with my loudness,” she expressed in her sweet and energetic voice.
“I’m fine now,” I replied, my voice hoarse.
“I’m glad!” she said, smiling. “Oh, speaking of which,
