SILLY THING

"Good morning, Luna Hazel." A woman in her late thirties entered the room with a bright smile on her lips. She looked very happy to see Hazel, whose hair now resembled a nest with her eyes sleepy. Well, to put it simply, she was not her best self when she just woke up.

She wished she would look as beautiful as the woman in the commercial breaks whenever they woke up, but she was far from that.

Moreover, Hazel was still not used to the way they called her 'luna', which sounded like an important title…

"How was your sleep?" the woman asked her and then gestured to someone else to enter the room as well.

"It was nice." Hazel stretched out her neck to see who would enter the bedroom and see her in her sleepy state. She didn't really want so many people to see her sleepy face. "What is that?"