Bab 87: The Doll's Traumatic Yesterday Will Not Ruin Her Today

Eternity's eyelashes fluttered open. The sunlight streaming in through the window roused her from her sleep.

She didn't typically 'wake up' from her rest mode by small things like the brightness of the sunlight beaming down on her face, but maybe because she was slowly turning and resembling a real human, that was why she did.

Well, at least, she hoped it did. 

She was about to sit up from the bed when she noticed the extra-strong scent of menthol in a shampoo typically labeled for men, as if shampoos should have gender labels, even though they have the same purpose regardless of gender, filling her senses.

It occurred to her a moment later that there was a slight pressure on her chest, and she glanced down to see a head with brown hair resting there.