C172 A woman looking down on the world

The next morning, the rain that had accumulated for a few days was finally stifled by the sunlight. The bustling sunlight shone through the window onto the sleeping beauty. The beauty was like a painting, quietly and elegantly lying on the bed.

Suddenly, a playful breeze squeezed through the crack of the door, ruffling the hair on the beauty's forehead and waking her up