ELENA'S POV

The night slipped away before my eyes as I succumbed to the heaviness of my eyelids, muttering meaningless nothings.

My ears twitched at the sound of chirping birds while I adapted a more comfortable position on the seemingly soft mattress.

My nostrils picked up the scent of slightly burnt toast, which made me sniff harder, turning towards the direction it came from.

I shot my eyes open greedily from the bed. The sunlight piercing from the chiffon curtains, caused my eyes to shut themselves instantly as they were not yet used to such brightness.

I frowned sourly, holding my hands up to my head, shifting severally on the...