The delicate, afternoon light of the sun veiled the small room with a golden glow. Birds from outside the window trill, sweetly high, the chorus as playful as the birds themselves. In the calm of the day, Elodie's heartbeat is a steady drum to their melody as she seeps into the moment, letting herself indulge in the tranquility.
After quite a while, she finally regained her senses and escaped the sleep-inducing melody of the birds' song. She fluttered her eyes open and the ceiling made of spruce wood instantly got her attention.
Pretty. She thought, staring intently at the well-made wooden ceiling. Her gaze wanders around the room and seeing how cozy it is made her feel safe, especially the old-fashioned pieces of furniture as well as the triangular window next to her soft bed.
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