The morning sun pierced the lace curtains, casting dappled, hazy shadows across an ornate iron bed covered with finely patterned bedding, and over the body of the woman sleeping in it.
Perhaps awakened by the warmth of the sunlight slowly gathering, Weihan opened her eyes. After focusing, she took in the room again, barely twenty ping in size. The exquisitely crafted, elaborately patterned window and door trim, and the floor-to-ceiling glass doors leading to the balcony, were old but intact, preserving the colonial-era building’s original appearance. Faint golden lines were printed over the subtly patterned wallpaper. Pure white, airy curtains covered the floor-to-ceiling windows and stirred gently in the warm breeze…
Theme:
One wrong step, one wrong step. What a pity.