*** Third Person
"Mmm..."
Evelina shifted in her sleep as sunlight slipped through the window and warmed her face. She blinked against the brightness, rubbing the sleep from her eyes before slowly pushing herself upright.
"What time is it?"
Her voice came out soft, still heavy with sleep.
For a moment, she just sat there, letting the quiet settle around her. The storm from last night was gone—completely. No thunder, no rain tapping against the glass. Just stillness, broken only by the faint sounds of the city waking up in the distance.
That alone made her pause.
"...Strange."
She swung her legs off the bed, bare feet brushing against the cool floor as she stood. A slight sway hit her the moment she put her weight down, her brows knitting together.
"...Why do I feel so tired?"
It wasn't the normal kind of fatigue. It lingered deeper, like something had been tugging at her while she slept—something she couldn't quite remember.
Her gaze drifted toward the door.
Closed.
