Her eyelids felt heavy, the God of Sleep beckoning.
I should rest for a bit, Julia thought, closing her eyes and allowing herself to drift into dreamland.
It was already noon, almost time for her midday nap.
In her tranquil sleep, she was as pure and beautiful as an angel. Her long eyelashes rested quietly upon her eyes, and her small, glossy lips were a temptation to Glades Horne. Even without makeup, her natural beauty was unmistakable. She was a true beauty. Despite being in her early thirties and almost a mother of two, she remained lovely, now with an added maturity and assertiveness. Her confidence made her radiate, and even Noah Reyes couldn't help but admire her.
"Honey."
Glades Horne called from the kitchen.
Not hearing a response, Glades called out again, "Julia, the food's ready. Come and wash your hands."
Still, there was no reply. Glades quickly set the plated noodles on the dining table and hurried out, only to find her deep in slumber.
