Maya didn't fall asleep again; rather, she just stared out the window, watching the sun rise. When it was time, she got out of bed and prepared herself for breakfast.
Her legs felt heavy as she made her way to the dining room, and more often than not, Maya reconsidered. Perhaps she could pretend to be ill, but that was likely to fuel Keenan's anger, so she forced herself to walk through the doors of the dining room.
It was bright from the sunlight pouring in through the windows. The sky was bright with white fluffy clouds floating around. There was still no sign of rain, but Maya could feel that it wouldn't remain rainless for too long.
She squinted her eyes slightly, wondering if she might be able to step out of the building. It would be nice to feel the rain on her skin. She would find some excuse to step out of her father's mansion whenever it was raining.
