FAMILIAR STRANGER

Rachelle's POV

                I tossed and turn as I thought about the flowers that were sent to me. I just can't imagine anyone that would do such a thing, I do not have any boyfriend nor someone close enough to send flowers… romantically speaking. Therefore, it became a puzzle in my head. Like, unscratchable itched it was quite vexing.

With another sigh, I turned to face the night table near the window. The faint sunlight coming through the glass keeping me warm and calm. I reached in, my hand trying to search for the card that was included with the flowers.

Aha! Found it! My fingers finally feeling the material of the card.

I took it, my thumb brushing against the smooth surface of the card.

Once again I read the writing,

Congratulations on your recovery.

It was brief and there is absolutely nothing special about it, just another congratulations in my recovery from my sudden unexplained coma.