ベッドの上に座っている女性

The soft morning light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Wrapped in a cocoon of blankets, Hana sat on the edge of her unmade bed, her dark hair falling in waves over her shoulders. At twenty-four, she had recently graduated from university, and the thrill of newfound freedom was still fresh, yet uncertainty gnawed at her.

Hana stared at her phone, its screen flickering with notifications and reminders. A job application here, a message from a friend there, and a calendar filled with dates that felt daunting rather than exciting. She sighed, brushing her fingers through her hair, her mind a whirlwind of possibilities and self-doubt. The bed, with its rumpled sheets and scattered books, felt like a refuge but also a prison, tugging her back into the comfort of inertia.

As she sat there, her gaze drifted to the window. Outside, the world was alive with the sounds of the city awakening—cars honking