Emily
Living in the creator’s house was different. I was woken up by a feather that kept tickling my nose. When I opened my eyes, I saw a small person with a wand guiding the feather. He must have gotten a fright when I sat upright so quickly, dropping the feather on the floor.
“Morning miss. Some fruit and milk for breakfast. Master will see you in the office in half an hour.” He giggled.
“Morning … Wait.” Whoever the small person was, he was out the door and gone before I could say anything further. The fruit looked delicious and there were all sorts, a plate full of food I had never thought I would see. Looking around the room, I took a piece of apple and bit into it. A fresh apple, the juice dripped down my chin, crunching in my mouth while I chewed! It tasted even better than I cou
