The room was softly illuminated by the golden glow of morning sunlight streaming through a half-open window. Delicate lace curtains sway gently in the breeze, their intricate patterns casting faint, shifting shadows on the wooden floor. The air was warm, carrying the faint scent of lavender from a small sachet placed on the nightstand.
The mattress dips slightly where Evelyn lies, her body curled in a relaxed position. One arm was tucked beneath a feather pillow, while the other rested limply across her waist. The duvet has slipped down to her hips, revealing a thin, sleeveless cotton nightgown that clings gently to her form.
Her face was serene-soft lips slightly parted, long eyelashes casting delicate shadows on her cheeks. A few strands of her disheveled chestnut hair catch the sunl
