Early in the morning, a ray of sunlight streamed into a room with its curtains open, spilling across the large bed in the center.
The girl on the bed turned over, shifting drowsily into a more comfortable position.
As she moved, her slender calves flexed slightly without her realizing it, sending the thin blanket draped over her flying onto Hedwig's cage.
The Little Snowy Owl, which had been staring at its owner with a resentful expression, startled and flapped its wings hard twice, letting out an indignant cry.
But it seemed to remember something and obediently fell silent again, occasionally lowering its head to take a sip of water.
"Mm..." Harley murmured, sitting up. The strap of her nightgown had slipped slightly, revealing half of a smooth, flawless, snow-white shoulder.
Considering Harley's actual age, it could only be described as a "wonderfully smooth shoulder."
Still groggy, Harley shifted as if to get out of bed.
With her eyes still shut, she planted both feet on the floor, then jerked them back. Her soft, crystalline-white toes squirmed restlessly against each other, and her feet curled slightly.
It was a hot summer night, after all, and before going to bed, Harley had covered the floor with a layer of ice.
Now, still half asleep, Harley had forgotten about it. Her bare feet had touched the ice directly, so naturally, they suffered a little.
Thanks to the shock of cold, Harley's brain was forced to boot up, and she quickly came fully awake.
After shaking her head, Harley clapped her hands, turning the ice into magic, then gently rubbed her feet with her soft, delicate hands.
"Tonight, I absolutely have to remember not to put ice on the floor beside the bed," Harley muttered, raising her left hand.
She curled her index finger,