Mikayla POV
The sweet, buttery smell of pancakes mixes with the strong, earthy aroma of coffee, and my nose twitches at the flavorful scent. A warmth fills my face, and I can hear the sweet sing-song of the birds outside. My body feels like it is floating on a cloud; I stretch my arm out, hitting the wooden headboard above me with a clank. My eyes pop open, my chest tingles, and shame rushes over my body. I don’t have a wooden headboard. I have a metal bed that creaks with every movement I make; I can’t even roll over without the metal squeak accompanying me. I’m not at home in my bed; I'm in Richie’s.
Sunlight floods the room through floor-to-ceiling windows, gray drapes pulled aside. Trees sway outside, and small birds flutter between the branches. For a moment, it feels like I’m alone
