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A Normal Morning | 004 |

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[ Chapter 4 || A Normal Morning ]

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As the sun began to rise on another beautiful day, its warm rays of light filtered through the partially open drapes of a room, casting a soft glow across the space. The dew-covered grass outside glistened in the early morning light, creating a sparkling display that was a joy to behold. The cheerful melodies of birds filled the air, adding to the peaceful and serene atmosphere of the morning.

The sky painted a mesmerizing display of hues, with oranges and pinks stretching across the horizon, creating a warm embrace. The golden sunlight gently caressed the cityscape, casting long shadows that danced across the bustling streets. The sound of people going about their daily routines and vehicles filled the air, imbuing it with a lively energy and purpose.

[Y/n] lays comfortably in her blankets and pillows, enveloped by their warmth. She shifts and twitches in her sleep, causing her body to contort into various positions. Her hair, loose and wild, sways gently in the breeze created by the movements of her head. Despite the strange and seemingly disjointed manner in which she moves, she appears to be at peace, the softness of the pillows and blankets providing a calming refuge for her slumber.

[Y/n] woke up, her eyes slowly adjusting to the bright light of the room. She felt a moment of disorientation as sleep faded away and reality set in. But as she sat up, feeling the chilly air blowing over her, she realized how comfortable the bed was. The blankets had kept her warm through the night, and she was grateful for their softness. She decided to stay in bed for a while longer, enjoying the feeling of warmth and security. 

[Y/n] reached for her phone, turned it on, and scrolled through her messages. As she scrolled, her focus was drawn to a particular contact, someone she hadn't spoken to in years but whose name still held a special place in her heart. With a moment of hesitation, she clicked on the profile picture, enlarging the image of the person in question. She wondered if they would still remember her.

She regretted her past decision and longed for a chance to undo it. The weight of her mistake bore down on her as she thought about its far-reaching effects. Gazing at her phone's profile, she remained lost in thought, her thoughts consumed by the past, and her expression reflecting the sadness and longing that filled her heart.

She groaned and ruffled her bed hair as she turned off her phone. [Y/n] rubbed her tired eyes, feeling the weight of last night's events weighing heavily on her. She stretched her arms and legs, feeling the stiffness from the previous day's activities. As she got out of bed, a sense of determination surged through her. She was ready to face whatever challenges the day had in store.