The morning light streamed gently through the curtains, casting soft golden hues across the bedroom walls. The autumn sun was slow to rise, the rays filtered through the skeletal branches.
The village was generally quiet on the weekend. Because the harvest season was over, most farmers took this chance to relax aside from the ones who cultivated specialty crops.
Inside the quaint cottage, one particular bedroom was warm, enveloped by the comfort of stillness and the shared breath of two people.
After having some egg drop soup last night, Lariette and Ruediger didn't immediately go to bed, chatting about various topics. Thus, they slept in this morning due to lack of rest.
Lariette was the one who stirred awake first. Nestled beneath the covers, her shoulder peeked out as she shifted gently.
'...what time is it?"
