I woke up to the sun kissing my face softly and the gentle breeze that billows the window blind bringing in the scent of freshly baked chocolate cookies. I smile in my dream. I can't believe I'm imagining chocolate in my sleep.

The door opens and close, I sit up surprise written all over my face as I wonder who opened my door. My eyes adjusted as I look around the bedroom. This is not my room, where am I?. 

Michael walks in carrying a tray of hot chocolate cookies and a glass of wine. He drops it on the bed and pecks me on the cheek.

“Good morning, Angel,”...