Sore

The morning sun wasn't peeking brightly on that day.Barely slipped through the long curtains and appeared on floor like a zigzag puzzle inside Ayra's room. The rest of her night had gone in a blink of eyes. Her muscles felt so tired that she didn't wake up for a second.

Through her grogginess and sleeping head, her biological clock awakened her early in the morning. She battled with her heavy eyelashes, turning it open slowly to glance over the window. Morning breeze was slipping past inside the space and it was refreshing, sweet.

Memories kept returning to her brain and she blushed hard even though the back of her body felt empty.

Where did he go so early in the morning?