A BLESSED DAY
HYRIA’S P.O.V.
I slide my right hand toward the white smooth curtain in the window before I stretch my body into the air. I smiled when I saw my own home, sparkling, and not even a tiny spec of dirt can be seen.
Sometimes when I woke up in the morning, I wonder if this is my home.
My eyes wandered to find a man behind my clean room and saw a pair of feet that comes out right before the door.
The tip of my toe slowly and carefully touches the floor with every step that I take until I reach where the owner of the feet is.
I discovered that in the other room, he was flat dead on the pink big matt. His eyes are shut with his eyelashes flaunting how thick and long they are.
My hand which always had a mind of its own almost touch his face, however, I stop when he flinch and saw a sweat on his forehead.
But why does he look so handsome even with the sweat on his forehead?