refuse

" what a beautiful garden " same words, As I gaze at the familiar woman from my dream, her black hair cascading around her face and her captivating red eyes, a sense of curiosity stirs within me. This time, however, I find myself able to control my movements and speak. Gathering my courage, I manage to form the words, "Who are you?"Her gaze meets mine, and a gentle smile graces her lips. It radiates warmth and comfort, soothing the innermost corners of my being.

As I slowly rouse from my slumber, a gentle voice interrupts my dreams. It's Jennie, the maid assigned to attend to my needs. Struggling to pry my eyelids open, I glance at the window, expecting to see the soft glow of morning sunlight. But to my surprise, the brightness filtering through the curtains suggests a much later hour.

Confused and disoriented, I manage to mumble, "I'm awake, but why did you wake me up so early?"