C21 Getting Infatuated

Diane’s P.O.V.

I woke up to the intensity of the sunlight hitting my face, making me rub my hazy eyes in the process. It was almost blinding me, but I had to open my eyes to see how it seeped into the room. The sun relentlessly poured through the balcony glass door. Another day had dawned, bringing new hopes and aspirations.

But wait