I wake up and I jump to the ceiling. The help is sitting on the couch in front of me and watching me sleep.
"Oh damn butter fudge! Way to scare someone!" I exclaim sitting up, gently rubbing the already gone sleep off my eyes.
"Why didn't you try to run away?" He asks me and the question stumps me for a second. Why didn't I try to run away? Should have I tried? What should I tell him? I decide to be honest.
"Because... I liked it here... I was hungry and tired and grimy and there were food and the amazing bath oils here... So I just decided to rest and get back my energy." I shrug. "Well, you look well rested." He states as a matter of factly. Talk about weird compliments.
"Thank you," I say because I don't know what else to say.
"So, now that you are well rested. Will you try to run
