MOON
Sprawled on a bed of white Zinnia flowers, Zina was deep asleep with an expression of serenity and calm on her face. She almost drooled, a clear sign that she was enjoying her sleep a little too much.
Yet it was obvious that she wasn't aware of her surroundings. Nor did it seem like she had any idea of her whereabouts.
She snored softly, her palm darting up to swat a bee that buzzed too much in her ears. The offending bee took flight, giving her a wide breadth. And once the disturbance was gone, Zina smiled, breathing deeply as she fell deeper into her sleep.
She was so at peace—so much so that she was oblivious even as the steps of an intruder sounded close to her. And they belonged to none other than a young girl who looked to be about ten, and was a carbon copy replica of herself in all entirety save for the fact that she was older, while the latter was younger.
