Morning light filtered through the open windows, the thin curtains billowing effortlessly in the mild, cool breeze.
The quiet peace of the early hours was suddenly shattered by the sharp, blaring ring of her alarm clock. Aira groaned in her sleep, tangling her fingers in the sheets as her hand blindly searched the bedside table. She hit the off button, plunging the room back into silence.
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