Pure Soul

I feel the sun’s rays gently falling on my eyes as I slowly open them.

Why do I feel so much more cozy in my bed? It’s softier.

I slightly bury my face into the pillow. Please I don’t want to go to the shop today, even though I feel better.

Anyway, my head rises from the pillow while I rub my eyes.

“Ms Whites?”

I look to my right. My eyebrows scrunch in confusion—a guy dressed in a uniform that normally a servant wears.

White shirt with a high collar, black waistcoat, and black trousers.

“Now that you're awake, what would you like for breakfast??” he asks.

“Wha-” I pause and look around.

I’m perched on a grand, round bed that feels almost luxurious, surrounded by imposing wardrobes seamlessly built into the wall. This bedroom is much larger than my own, giving it an airy and spacious feel. The windows stretch tall and wide, allowing streams of natural light to flood the room, while the floor beneath me boasts elegant marble that gleams softly in the sunlight. The dressing table is a s