Calm Morning

"Ugh…! Hng…! Ahng…!"

Soft, breathy cries escaped from the young girl as she squirmed restlessly on the bed, her delicate frame rolling across silken sheets like a fish caught in a net of her own feelings.

From the outside, the room looked peaceful—its wide windows glowing faintly from the soft golden light within, a contrast to the moonlit stillness blanketing the luxurious, inn-like hotel that towered three stories high.

But inside…

Chaos.

Alice groaned into her pillow, burying her face deeper as her pink hair fanned out across the bed like a splash of color against white.

Her legs kicked aimlessly behind her, and she let out another muffled whimper.

Her face, half-hidden by the pillow, contorted between frustration and something dangerously close to tears.

Her cheeks were flushed, her brows furrowed, and every so often, her lips quivered with the words she couldn't quite say aloud.