I waddle slowly down the stairs, without making any alarming noises because I want to surprise these two people who have become integral to me. I can't stay cooked up in that room of mine anymore. It has suffocated me adequately. Moreover, my hip doesn't hurt that much. See, I am not even trudging anymore. Andy is just taking advantage so that he can keep cuddling me on the bed all day. I don't mind though, but at least he should let me walk around.
I cross the sitting room and proceed to the kitchen. I wonder what they are doing? The aroma is so inviting from afar, but why the silence though? Why am I not hearing their little chit-chats or their outburst of laughter?
"Something smells so sweet in here! What are you guys cooking....". I start announcing my presence the moment I set one
