An Attempt By Him

Zelda’s POV

As the first rays of dawn crept into the room, I awoke with a heaviness that seemed to permeate every fiber of my being. The weight of the night's emotions still clung to me like a shroud, casting a shadow over me. The period from slumber to being awake was followed by a sense of reluctance, as if part of me longed to remain tied in the comfort of sleep, shielded from the worries of the world.

As I stirred, the feeling of heaviness persisted—an invisible anchor that seemed to push me to the bed. The act of pushing aside the covers and rising from the bed required an effort, as if I were lifting the weight of my emotions along with my body.

I sluggishly stood up and moved to the window, pulling the curtain aside. The air felt still, almost as if it couldn't let out it's breath. I sighed as I got ready to wash up.

I stepped into the bathroom, bracing myself as the cool water splashed onto my face. I looked up at the mirror and saw the reflection of a determined, resilient