Lily

I stirred softly, my body pressed against the soft duvet. Slowly, I forced my eyelids open only to be assaulted by the harsh rays of the sun.

I blinked once, adjusting to the contrast of the room. A warm smile spread through my lips as I stretched out my hands, letting out a low yawn, then I paused.

Wait—how did I get here?

I jolted up, staring at the familiar settings. I was home, in my room.

Just then the memory came back: the dining, the way I refused to tour the cozy building because it was late and I didn't want to stress him, the flight back home...