Belle laid on the bed, sleeping with one hand near her face and the other that she had not moved much that rested on her stomach. Though it was the time of the morning, she was led to believing it was still night and morning was yet to come with the curtains that were not drawn out to let the light pass from outside. Today was one of those mornings where the sun was out, and the snow was spread all across the land.
When she opened her eyes, she looked up at the ceiling of the bed which was made of wood. Her eyes took in the pattern that was carved on it.