Chapter 1 : I Love Mornings

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Chapter 1 : I Love Mornings

Dreams are wonderful aren't they? Little fluffy sleepy times. Happy snappy marshmallows. Little wonderful hell scapes.

A young girl wakes to the blaring sound of an alarm clock. Her mind was groggy, she woke up and left her wistful dream world and into the cold and still air of her bedroom. she stretched and felt the cold air touch the now exposed skin. She then sleepily reached down into her comfy panties. The damp feeling told her everything she needed to know. It had happened again that night.

She sat up and looked around her fancy room still groggy from sleepiness. The room had beauty spilling out of everywhere with its ornate dressers made from beautifully carved and stained wood, and its silky smooth bed sheets that could slide effortlessly over any surface. Her thick comforters that kept her warm at night made of premium wool. The walls were covered in flowery wallpaper that gave off the feeling of the room being very old.

Her room was in the attic so one of the walls was slanted at an angle on one side of her room. Kind of like half of her room was feeling a little bit depressed when it was built, but only a little bit. Although the wall was slanted on one side it didn't detract from its beauty but added to it. On the side of the wall the wasnt slanted there was a large closet full of expensive clothing that she rarely wore. As well as there was a bookcase full of books that she never read. Despite how cold it currently was in it, the whole room had a very unique and cozy feeling.

Long, golden, beautifully blonde hair covered her face and slid down her chest and to her stomach. Her skin was impossibly smooth as to not have a single blemish visible in sight, and it was so soft someone could use any part of her as a pillow to rest on. She had an adorably cute face it was soft looking and her whole face was slightly rounded on the details. Her eyes were blue with grey highlights in her irises. She looked like a princess who had just woken up. She had a name that just rolled off the tongue smoothly. Her name was emilia.

When she woke up in her bed it was like an angel filled the room with life, beauty, and eroticism. A literal ray of sunshine blazing through the entire room and lighting it up with a golden glow, or perhaps it was just the ray of sunshine coming in through her small circular window that looked out onto the street just above her bed. No one could be certain, so you should assume the former as it sounds better.

Still she looked around her room with the light coming from either her or the window and casting long shadows over the room. Her skin was bright and warm. Her breathing was so soft and cute like the sound of sleeping kittens. Her entire essence in that moment was that of beautiful and elegance. Then the very next moment she groaned from exhaustion and annoyance, checked the alarm clock one last time, and then dropped her face back into her pillow to go back to sleep.

The bed was so soft and comfortable, she wanted to go back to sleep. She wanted to drift  back off into the wonderful, dreamy, erotic landscape that her warm soft bed had given her. Then the alarm started to blare again, this time almost seeming to get louder, more aggressive, and much more annoying. The annoyance caused by that alarm on a daily basis was too much for words. It could easily make Emilia cry with frustration.

She slowly got up and hit the snooze button again and laid back down with a groan. She relaxed once more and closed her eyes. Sleep began to rush through her once more. From outside of her door and down the stair called a voice familiar to her, "Emilia wake up" called the voice.

Emilia's eyes shot open, and her patience was shattered like broken glass, but she regained her composure and cheerfully, or at least as cheerfully as she could, called back down to her, "alright mom." she then sat up wearily and rubbed her eyes.

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