|LEILA CROSS|
I'm still feeling light.
My head spinning around causes me to see things blurry right now. I wait for a minute to see where I am with a clear vision.
I can feel something comfy and soft on my back.
I blink once and look around me. The familiar scent of the place made me wonder why am I here again?
I slowly get up from the bed which is the thing that is soft on my back earlier. My gaze turns to the window on my right side that I somehow miss for the past days that I've been away fr this place.
To the familiar structure of the wall, to the bathroom after the window, paintings hanging all over the wall in front of me. The sofas and the center table are in the middle part of the room. The same black carpet on the floor until where the bed in which I am sitting right now.
I look up and see the same chandelier that I often see whenever I woke up in the morning. The days that I was here came back rushing inside my head.