The morning sun streamed into the room, but Yuuna was still half-asleep, her eyes stubbornly glued shut. She felt a familiar resistance to the idea of waking up, a deep-seated hatred for anything that disrupted her cozy slumber. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she slowly rubbed her eyes, the morning grogginess clinging to her like a thick blanket.

Yuuna was still in bed, sitting up slightly and rubbing her eye with her fist. The morning light was bright, and she seemed a bit disoriented. She was wearing a gray hoodie over a blue t-shirt and gray shorts. The room was simple, with a bed and a picture frame on the wall.

"Ugh... morning already?" Yuuna mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. She stretched out on the bed, her limbs feeling heavy and unwilling to move. "Just... five more minutes..." she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed again. The thought of getting up and facing the day felt like a monumental task.