I wake up to the sound of birds outside the window. I slept like a baby last night and I feel well rested and energised. It was so nice to sleep inside and on a bed again. The sun is shining, but I have no idea what time it is. After getting dressed and packing my things, I head to the kitchen. I can hear some movement there, so I know Foster is already up. I really hope it's not too late. Foster is making tea as I step into the kitchen and the smell of bacon cooking makes my stomach growl. His long grey hair falls on his shoulders and his white linen clothing gives him that Angelic look my Grandmother had.
"Good Morning." I say, announcing my presence.
"Ah, you're awake. Come sit down, breakfast is nearly ready."
"Thank you."
Foster brings me some tea and I take a big sip, calming
