PAID

"Kris slowly opened her eyes.

As always, this morning, in her arms was—

Snooze, snooze.

A peaceful white angel, lost in a serene slumber.

With half-lidded, sleepy eyes, Kris admired what she believed to be God’s most perfect creation.@@novelbin@@

The youthful, snow-white face still bearing traces of innocence.

The silver strands of hair cascading over it.

The long eyelashes gently resting on closed eyelids.

Swish.

Unconsciously, Kris reached out and gently stroked the girl’s soft hair.

“Mmm.”

The girl squirmed slightly, her expression briefly uneasy, like a baby bird shifting in its nest. Kris licked her lips and pulled her hand back from the girl’s hair.

She must still be tired—after all, she had gone to bed late last night.

Careful not to wake her, Kris quietly pulled back the blanket, got up, and then tucked the blanket snugly around the girl’s body once again.

Kris sat on the living room sofa, sipping coffee while scrolling through the internet.

[“A Story of Triumph Written in Challenge, Not Legs That Move”]

[“Possibilities Blooming in Virtual Reality Shine in Reality”]

[“Burning Passion Like No Other...”]

[“Even If Steps Can’t Reach...”]

[“Positive Examples of Virtual Reality Therapy: Lee Suelbi’s Story”]

“Geez.”

Kris clicked her tongue in exasperation.

It was practically creative writing at this point. Every headline was riddled with flowery language, all pointing to Rain.