Always in a state between sleep and wakefulness, she didn't find any rest; instead, she grew increasingly tired the more she tried to sleep. Her entire body ached with fatigue, so heavy she couldn't muster an ounce of strength.
Finally, the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows gradually brightened.
Sophie Sullivan propped her body up, got out of bed, and with a SWISH—drew open the curtains. The sky had already turned the fish-belly whiteness of dawn, and birds were beginning to sing inside the manor. She could tell it was going to be another beautiful, sunny day.
She raised her hand to her forehead and let out a faint sigh, murmuring to herself, "Sophie, are you too nervous? Or too excited?"
She had told herself to rest well and prepare for the surgery, but this night's sleep quality was truly the worst she'd ever experienced, bar none.
