Sick
I woke up feeling dizzy a bit. I furrowed when I noticed that I'm in bed, lying comfortably in a familiar, but this was not my room. I looked around and trying to remember everything until it sinks in that I'm at grandma's house... Our rest house. I combed my hair using my fingers and fixed the bed as I stood up.
When I opened the door, the smell of cooked food welcomed me. I ran down the stairs and hurried to the kitchen to see who's the one cooking. I stopped when I saw a man whose back was facing me, wearing nothing at the top but an apron. He was just busy cooking, not to notice my presence.
I faked a cough to caught his attention. He turned around and smiled at me. I went to the fridge to grab a jar of water and took a glass on the shelves.
"Good morning," He greeted, but I remained silent.
I sat at the barstool on the counter island after I drink the water.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Are you feeling well?" He asked, ignoring my question.