C50 The Love Spellbound
Sonya opened her eyes slowly. She saw some candles on the candliers next to her bed had been melted and perished their fire sparks.
Her nose could sniff the smell of fresh dews on some leaves, dripping to the ground and twisting the flavor of dampy earthy smells as the morning breeze came into the opened half ventilator above the room. She assumed the day had switched into another day
