SITA
“Did someone drive you home last night?” A voice echoed into my ears. It sounded quite distant, but the face from which the sound escaped seemed to be close enough to meet my face. I was seeing it in my dream, it was the face of…my handmaiden.
I opened my eyes and sat up on my bed. Gosh, it was already daybreak and the sun was already gushing into my room through the windows whose curtains were supposedly shifted to the far end of the wall at both sides, by my handmaiden.
Her name, by the way, is Maria.
“Finally, you’ve woken, sleeping beauty.” She announced from the corner where she was. She made me breakfast already, but the awkward thing was that she brought it to my room. That’s not the way it’s meant to be done in my house, breakfast is for the dining, but guess wha
