Annie Leonhart

It was dark outside, creating an evening atmosphere in the bedroom, where you were still sleeping, and Annie had already woken up. Annie looked around: early morning, winter, it would be light outside very soon. Stretching, reluctantly crawling out from under the warm blanket, she turned her head, and, taking it off the bed, wrapped herself in a warm cloth, slowly went to the bathroom. The apartment was warm, the windows fogged up from the temperature contrast. It was quiet outside - rare passers-by, falling snowflakes. Having looked, she perked up, going to wash herself. The warm water pleasantly warmed her hands, swollen after sleep. After washing, she felt that she had finally woken up. Going to the kitchen, she noticed that in a matter of minutes, it was already getting light outside. Winter greeted her like this every morning, warming her with warm tea.

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