C19 Voices from the Past

Third POV:

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, painting golden ripples around the room. Laura stirred; her eyelids fluttered open. For a moment, she lay still, letting the blanket be wrapped around her while her senses crawled slowly back into awareness.

The freshly brewed, rich aroma of tea wafted in to tease her awake, combined with the paltry smell of toasted bread