As the morning rolled in, the sun streamed through the window of Coco's room, casting its golden rays into the room, bathing the surroundings in a soft, warm glow.
The air became fresh and crisp, carrying the faint scent of dew and nature as birds chirped outside the window, their cheerful calls filling the air with sweet melodies while calling for their young ones.
With the morning light creeping into the room, its gentle touch coaxing Coco out of slumber, her eyes fluttered open, but the effort seemed almost too much to bear.
Her body felt heavy beneath the black covers, the weight of exhaustion still clinging to her form with each movement being slow and labored, like she was swimming through a thick, viscous liquid.
The events of the previous day came rushing back, the memories of her taking down the tough crocodile and the rock monster.
