I wake up in a soft bed, cocooned in my blankets. I stretch my arms as I sit up, light filters through the gap in the window curtains.
My feet pad against the cold wooden floor as I go towards the window and open the curtains. A smile tugs at my lips. Sunlight is scattered over the tall trees, birds are sweeping and diving through the air. Opening the window, I let the cool morning breeze brush against my face.
"This is life," I say to myself, crossing my arms at the windowsills.
"Talking to yourself, Hazel?" A deep voice reaches my ears. "That's not concerning at all."
I turn my face towards the source and see Sebastian coming out from the bathroom, a towel around his neck, hair sticking in all angles.
"Of course it's not," I roll my eyes despite my smile. "When are you ever concern
