The morning light crept through the sheer curtains, soft and golden, painting the room in hues of amber and rose. Dust motes danced in the sunbeams, drifting lazily through the air like tiny stars. The scent of fresh pancakes and peppermint tea drifted through the room, warm and inviting, wrapping around Iva like a gentle embrace.
She stirred slowly, her body heavy with sleep, her mind still clouded with the remnants of dreams she couldn't quite remember.
For a moment, she simply lay there, her eyes closed, breathing in the comforting aromas that filled the room. The sheets were soft against her skin, the pillows cradling her head with a tenderness that made her want to sink deeper into the warmth and never leave.
But the growling of her stomach pulled her from her cocoon of comfort.
