I’m in the kitchen making breakfast.

Aliya is in her bed, still sleeping.

I look at the time on the clock right in front of me, it was 11:30.

Aliya is in her room, starting to wake up, gaining consciousness, barely able

to open her eyes in the sunlight around the room.

She runs her hand on her face, feeling an ache in her head.

Aliya slowly gets up from her bed and walks to the bathroom to wash her face.

While washing her face, she looks herself in the mirror, and notices a bruise on the right side of her forehead.

As I’m in the kitchen, setting breakfast on...