Morning

Ai yu was deep asleep dreaming to almost kiss her favorite novel character, Riccardo. She was entranced in his lush black hair, his dark eyes and his charming smile. She was completely enamored with him and daydreamed of running her hands through his hair and feeling his lips pressed against hers.

Suddenly, her mother's loud voice jolted her out of her dream.

"Ai yuuuuu , wake up! It's 9am!" she yelled.

She fell off her bed as she awoke from her reverie. She had stayed up far too late reading her books, as she often did.

Novels and poetry had been her escape ever since she was a little girl. She found solace in the stories, comfort in the words, and joy in the characters she encountered. She stayed up late at night reading page after page and entering different worlds.

As she got older, she began to favor the romantic kinds of stories which only increased her longing for her own romantic story. The characters she heard and read about made her yearn for a fairy-tale ending to her own life.

Ai yu groaned as her mother once again began to nag her about her messy habits. She had just woken up and was looking forward to a nice, peaceful breakfast. But her mother never let her have a moment of peace. She tried her best to ignore her mother's scolding and instead focused on her breakfast. Once she was done, she retreated to her room.