This time when I wake up, it's not to the stirring of nightmares, but to rays of sunshine beaming into the room and the strong smell of bacon. I smile, I like bacon.
I reach out next to me but Damien wasn't there anymore. Once I put one and two together I open my eyes and look across the cabin to the kitchen. Damien was standing over a frying pan in nothing but sweatpants cursing to himself as he tries to avoid the hot fat spitting from the pan.
I swing my legs around the bed and make my way towards him. My arm reaches out from behind him turning the heat down on the bacon. He turns around to face me and smiles, "my saviour," he says causing me to laugh.
"I thought you couldn't cook," I question him squinting my eyes suspiciously.
"I can't," he laughs awkwardly and rubs the back of his
