“Aiyana?”
“Hmmmm”
“Where are you?”
“Bed”
“Why?”
“Sick”
“Can I come over?”
“No. Icky me”
Chris laughed before saying, “I’ll meet Icky and take care of Icky.”
With that the line disconnected.
Chris was let in by a maid and lead to Aiyana’s room. It was not what he had expected. It was a large room with the bed being the only furniture in it. It was connected to two rooms. I was her study and other being the bathroom. The room was painted a dark shade of blue and it had a large balcony attached to it. The two intriguing part of the room were its curtains and the ceiling.
For the curtains were transparent and had little fishes on them printed as if you were in an aquarium and the ceiling was painted like the night sky with little glow in the dark stars splashed all over it. The ro
