What.

I said as usual in my manner, sitting on the bed and reading some book that I found on one of your bookshelf's shelves.

One of my feet was on the bed, while the other was hanging down and my toes were touching the floor. My hair was pulled back into a ponytail so as not to get in the way, although some strands still climbed over my face.

It was daytime outside, and the sun was shining on my bed in the room because the curtains were drawn to the sides.