After sleeping comfortably for another two hours, Charlotte Thompson woke up on-time and sat up.
She rubbed her eyes with her hands, looked refreshed from head to toe.
Within a few minutes, she got out of bed, walked to the window, and drew the curtains.
The blazing sun streamed into the room without restraint. She stretched lazily and cast a glance out of the window.
Despite the nice weather outside, clusters of dark clouds that had formed at some point were looming in the sky, ready to unleash upon the lonely, brilliant sun.
The small balcony outside the window was clearly visible, with the light blue lace curtain on the right stuck halfway in the middle.
A pot of sunflowers was placed perfectly upright right below, in full bloom.
The bud of the sunflower had started showing specks of yellow, nestled within the green leaves, it appeared delicate and beautiful.
This pot of sunflower hadn't been there before. It must have been brought by those youngsters.