Althea stretched her arms out on the bed and shielded her eyes from the piercing sunlight that scattered everywhere around the room and warmed up her skin at the same time.
Groaning in agitation she sat up and took a minute, before she got out of the room and walked down towards the living room, where she found her mother, sitting on the couch, soaking up the sun and knitting a sweater at the same time.
“Isn’t it too warm for a sweater yet?” Althea asked, yawning and slumping down at the same time in front of her mother, who smiled at the sight of her daughter slumping down in front of her.
“Yes, but winters would eventually come, right?”
She told Althea, getting up and walking towards her.
Althea laid on the couch, with her eyes closed and her forearm resting on top of her forehead.
