Mita (Sleepy)

Sleepy Mita lay on the couch, her eyes half-closed, half-asleep. She barely noticed someone entering the room, but showed no interest. The sleep mask hung crookedly on her head, her hair was disheveled, adding to her even greater indifference to her surroundings. A cozy, almost languid peace reigned in the room. Mita did not move and continued to live in her world again, as if nothing was bothering her.