The sun touched the window and entered the room. It shone its rays on the bed and touched the occupant's cheek warming them up. The fire in the fireplace died down as morning entered the room. The room was quiet with the silent breathing of two people on the bed. The dark brown coloured blanket covered their hips.
Rosa squinted her eyes a bit as the sun's rays touched her eyes. She moved a bit moving herself to hide inside the warm comforting embrace of the bed. It was such a comfortable feeling for her, that she snuggled inside the pillow surrounding her.
Suddenly, she frowned. ‘Why does this pillow feel hard? Shouldn’t it be softer?’