The early morning sunlight shines on my face, waking me from my deep sleep. I rub my eyes and then sit up, looking around.
Perhaps I was too tired last night when we arrived, but I know I didn't notice how beautiful this place is as I do now. The room is decorated in white and gold and some sky blues. I feel my heart jump in joy at the presence of the lively colours and beautiful pieces of furniture. I like this place. I respect whoever designed it.
I can't wait to find out what Frank has in store for me, but he is still sleeping.
Will he get mad at me if I wake him up? He seems to be enjoying his sleep, but sorry, Mr Whitaker. I start waving my hand across his face.
He doesn't wake up.
I grab a corner of the bedspread, roll it at the end to make it smaller then poke it in his ear.
