女はベッドに立っている。

The morning light streamed through the sheer curtains, casting a gentle glow over the small bedroom. Emma stood on the edge of her bed, her heart racing as she prepared for the day ahead. At twenty-five, she had long been accustomed to the chaos of her life, yet today felt different. It was her first day as a freelance graphic designer, and with it came a mixture of exhilaration and trepidation.

As she balanced on the mattress, she adjusted her bright yellow dress, a vibrant contrast to her otherwise muted surroundings. This was her armor, a burst of color to combat the uncertainty that lingered in the air. She took a deep breath, steadying herself, and glanced at the mirror across the room. Her reflection looked back with determination, the soft waves of her chestnut hair framing her face and accentuating the spark in her hazel eyes.

The transition from a stable but stifling corporate job to the unpredictable world of freelancing had been a leap of faith