Isadora Davis
I gradually awoke from my blissful slumber, feeling the gentle rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains and caressing my face with warmth.
It was already morning, but I wasn't ready yet to bid farewell to my dreams. My eyelids fluttered like fragile butterfly wings, resisting the pull of consciousness.
However, fate had other plans for me because before I could fully surrender to the allure of sleep, a familiar and slightly irritating voice pierced through the haze of my drowsiness.
"Hey, wake up! Rise and shine!" I groaned, recognizing the voice echoing like a cheerful alarm clock.
"Five more minutes, please?" I grumbled a half-hearted reply, but the voice was persistent.
"No way! The sun is up, and so should you be! Rise and shine!" I heard footsteps coming to
