82 SHE DON'T NEED TO FACE THE KING!
BRIA
The soft rays of the sun descended on me from the open window of my room. The light-coloured curtains moved along the gentle breeze that entered without asking for permission. My bed felt soft under my stiff body. The bells that were tied at the window, chimed melodiously, waking me up from my slumber.
I stirred in sleep only to groan. My body ached, and my sides hurt too much. I rubbed the sleep off my eyes only to realize the melody that woke me was not created only by the bells, but my alarm was buzzing constantly.
I stretched my hand to pick up my phone, still in half-sleep mode to see it was six-thirty in the morning. I turned off the alarm and wished to snuggle close to my pillow, but then I remembered that I had a job to go to.
I tried to get up, but the previous pain in my sides grew even more. I still managed to sit up in bed after many efforts. Getting out of bed, I walked to stand in front of the full-size mirror that stared back at me.