The sound of the door closing jolted me out of what seemed like a sleep induced coma, the shock messing with the veins in my head. The first thing I felt was the warmth of the sunlight streaming through the window, I squinted, trying to focus my eyes on the intruder. It was Alice, she was holding a tray and trying to balance it on one hand so she could catch the door, but it was already too late.
“’Oops,” she said, looking at me. She scrunched her face in remorse. “Did I wake you?”
Duh!
I shook my head, protecting her feelings. “It’s okay, I was already up.” I sat up straight, the blankets pooling around my waist. I stared at the tray in her hands. “What’s that?”
“Oh,” her face lit up with joy, she carefully walked over to my side of the bed and dropped the tray at my feet. “I made pan
