ベッドの上に座っている女性

The soft glow of the morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting delicate patterns on the wall of the small studio apartment. In the center of this warm light sat Aiko, a twenty-something woman, perched on the edge of her unmade bed, her legs crossed beneath her, lost in thought. The remnants of her dreams lingered in her mind like wisps of smoke, elusive yet familiar.

Aiko had always found solace in her bed. It was her sanctuary, the one place that felt entirely her own amidst the chaos of life. The walls were adorned with sketches she’d made during late-night inspiration bursts, vibrant colors pop against the muted beige of the room. Each drawing told a story, a fragment of her soul captured in ink and pencil. Yet, as she sat there, she felt an unsettling emptiness—like a canvas waiting for paint that wouldn’t come.

Her phone buzzed beside her, snapping her from her reverie. It was a message from her best