53. Presenting The Gifts

April's POV

I woke up on the floor, and Azura gently pawed my face. My eyes fluttered open and met her deep blue slits.

"What are you doing? Is it morning already?"

"Meow."

I rubbed my eyes and sat up. My back ached, and I looked up at my painting. It wasn't done yet. I remembered putting my brush down for a quick power nap. I must have dozed off.

I stood up and saw that the sun was up. I grabbed my brush and continued to paint. I had to get it done today. I resumed my artistic strokes, and I felt the creativity begin to flow anew.

I had gotten several knocks at my door, but I ignored all of them. I was determined to get it done, and nothing would distract me...

Knock! Knock!

I groaned and finally decided to go to the door.

I opened it and saw that it was a maid.

"Good morning, Miss April. I apologise for bothering you, but you are needed at the breakfast table."

I nodded and headed back inside my room. Azura was on the bed meowing.

"I have to go for breakfast. I'll get you something