The morning sun filtered through the sheer white curtains of the spacious bedroom, casting a soft golden glow across the polished oak floor. A gentle breeze stirred the drapes, carrying with it the fresh scent of dew-covered grass from the garden below. Birds chirped outside, heralding the start of a new day.
Inside the master bedroom, Sharon stirred beneath the silky cream sheets. Her long hair sprawled across the pillow, tangled and slightly damp with the heat of sleep. Slowly, her eyelids fluttered open. A yawn escaped her lips as she stretched lazily, her eyes adjusting to the light. But her moment of morning grogginess was abruptly interrupted when she noticed someone moving about the room.
