ベッドの上に座っている女性

In a cozy, sun-drenched apartment nestled on the fifth floor of an aging building, a woman named Aiko sat perched on the edge of her bed. The soft, floral-patterned quilt draped across her lap was a vibrant reminder of spring, even as the autumn chill began to seep through the cracks of the old windows. Aiko was twenty-five, with a cascade of wavy black hair framing her heart-shaped face, her large brown eyes reflecting both curiosity and uncertainty.

This morning, the sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, casting playful patterns on the wooden floor. Aiko took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of fresh coffee wafting from the kitchen. Today was significant; she had decided to finally confront the shadows of her past that had lingered too long in her heart.

The bed had always been Aiko’s sanctuary. It was where she dreamt of grandeur, where she poured her thoughts into journals, and where she often indulged in the comfort of