ZORA

I stepped out of the bathroom to find the outfit of the day neatly folded, ready for me to wear. The room, for some reason, looked perfectly picturesque.

The sun rays that filtered in through the window seemed to have tiny shimmery flecks like pixie dust dancing in the air. It gave the room this misty kind of golden glow. The curtains flapped backward, gently pushed by the breeze.

The atmosphere was sated by this peaceful quiet calm and the sky was the perfect baby blue. It was weird, ...