The door to my room
suddenly clicks before
opening.

"You're awake..."

An older woman
enters.

She's dressed in a ebony
and white frilly maid
clothing,

owning hair the color
of a ginger orange in
the style of a messy
bun.

Those black and
stern eyes that
belongs to her
seem as if
they've

seen a lot
in life.

I wonder what those

eyes have seen.

"Eat up okay? Don't
move around too
much."

She insists.

I wince in slight
pain and sit back
on the soft bed I
got up from.

The maid puts
the tray on my
lap before leaving.

There's a click
followed after
she shuts the
door.

I look down at my
breakfast.

It consists of two
fresh toast with
purple jam on it.

next to the toast
with jam, there's
one boiled egg
sliced in two
followed by
seaweed
salad.

Then to wash it
all down, there's
a glass of orange
juice.