Serafina

I woke slowly, bit by bit, rising up from the depths of my dreams only to be dragged under again, until finally I rose all the way to the surface of

my consciousness and hovered there.

The first thing I became aware of were the smells. Mostly fresh linen from the soft pillow beneath my head and the thick comforter pulled up over my face. Once I lowered the blanket, there was the mouthwatering smell of bacon and coffee. It permeated the room until I threw off the covers and sat up, getting my bearings.

Enzo.

I heard him moving around in the other room and quickly got up...