The camera overlooks from a high angle. The woman unconsciously lightly strokes the pillow with fingers gripping the edge of the sheet, then slowly raises her face with sleepy eyes, gazing vaguely at the camera from bottom to top, holding a gaze of undisguised affection. She gently rubs her cheek against the pillow, revealing a face that was previously buried, looking reluctant to get up, as if she hasn't fully woken up. She stretches both arms toward the camera, moving her fingers twice in vain to grasp something in the morning light, then wriggles her body in the futon, and says in that unique, slightly hoarse, nasal voice mixed with the reluctance to wake up, in a soft, murmuring tone: "The light... it's too bright... (yawn) I don't want to get up, stay in bed with me a little longer..." The end of her sentence has a vague, dreamy resonance, melting into the clear chirping of birds outside the window.