228 Isn't it strange?

Soothing chirping sounds of birds were audible outside the colossal, glassy windowpanes. The morning bright rays of sunshine were blessing the entire room, reflecting inside as the large silk white curtains were whirling with the soft summer breeze. The ambiance was warm and cozy to be felt from the deep core. Ivory was sleeping peacefully on a giant, cushiony bed wrapped with a soft blanket. Her face had a blissful aura imprinted on it as she seemed quite tranquil deep inside. 

From the mild chirping noises coming over the shutter of the windowpanes, it made a temperate disturbance of her cozy slumber. Slowly, rubbing both her eyes with her warm palm, she tried to blink open to peek a glance at her surrounding.