The golden rays of the sun slipped through my window pane, blinding me when I first opened my eyes. I blinked and tried to shield my eyes with my palm.
It was odd. That feeling immediately registered in my mind, because I knew myself as a morning person, and I rarely wake up with the sun already this active. I let it be, nonetheless. It was my day-off, and I have told Alice two days ago.
I slowly get up. I yawned, stretching my arms. I instinctively roamed my eyes towards my side table to check what time it was, but what was sitting beside it stole my attention.
A bouquet of roses and lilies—placed in between my alarm clock and glasses. I stopped for a moment. Then I spent three seconds questioning why such beautiful flowers were there, before it came back flooding to me with an unfami
