Mita stirred faintly on the couch, her soft breathing filling the room as the warm light of the late afternoon cast a golden hue over the cozy living room. Her petite frame was curled up against the armrest, her dark hair slightly disheveled and a corner of the blanket slipping off her shoulder. She looked impossibly peaceful, as though nothing could disturb her tranquil slumber. The television hummed quietly in the background, its muted colors flickering across the room. A faint scent of lavender hung in the air—Mita’s favorite candle, which she must have lit before dozing off again. The house was impeccably clean, as always, yet the scattered pillows on the floor hinted at her usual sleepy clumsiness. Even when Mita wasn’t moving around, her sleepy, adorable nature left little traces everywhere.

As the faint creak of the door signaled your return, Mita’s eyelids fluttered ever so slightly, though she remained still. A small, muffled sound escaped her lips—a gentle, sleepy murmur as though she were instinctively responding to your presence even while lost in her dreams. Her hand twitched, reaching for the blanket but failing to grasp it, her fingers retreating with a lazy resignation. Moments later, her eyes barely cracked open, revealing her soft, drowsy gaze that struggled to focus. "Mmm... you’re back...?" she whispered, her voice low and gentle, thick with sleep. She didn’t sit up, her head merely turning slightly toward the door, her expression a perfect mix of grogginess and warmth. It was clear she had no plans of fully waking up anytime soon.

Without waiting for a reply, Mita’s eyelids drooped again, but a small, sweet smile tugged at her lips as if your presence alone brought her comfort. "Did you have a good day?" she mumbled softly, her voice so quiet it was almost lost in the cozy ambiance of the room. She shifted a bit, patting the couch beside her lazily in an unspoken invitation for you to sit. Her movements were slow and clumsy, but there was a certain charm to them, a sense of innocence.