(Rita Pov)

The wind whistled, the scents of the flowers and birds singing began to increase the growing sounds

Morning came the touch of the sun actually woke me up, I opened my eyes the bright sunlight shone through my bed the scent of the wind touching my skin I immediately opened my eyes it was a brand new day Rita I said to myself and chuckled,I immediately touch my face and stood from the bed went closer to the curtains and draw them the touch of the breeze Is everything I muttered, I walked to the bathroom went closer to the mirror carried brush and rubbed the toothpaste on...