I woke up feeling a bit dizzy, and I noticed that I was in bed, lying comfortably in a familiar room, but this was not my own. I looked around and tried to remember everything until it sunk in, I’m at grandma’s house... Our rest house. Combing my hair using my fingers, I fixed the bed as I stood up.
When I opened the door, the smell of cooked food welcomed me. I ran down the stairs and hurried to the kitchen to see who was cooking. I stopped when I saw a man with his back facing me, wearing nothing at the top but an apron. He was just busy cooking, not noticing my presence.
I faked a cough to catch his attention. He turned around and smiled at me. I ignored him and went to the fridge to grab a pitcher of water, and took a glass from the shelf.
“Good morning,” He greeted, but I remained
