MICHELLE's P O V
‘‘Excuse me…'' I was aware of a voice in my head, although it appeared to be so far away. ‘‘Miss…?’’
I furrowed my brows and my eyelids blinked rapidly. Still, I was unable to make out anything.
‘‘Miss, why are you sleeping in this place?’’
After what seemed like an eternity, my eyes blinked open, and as I pushed my body back against the wall, my head collided with it, causing me to wince in pain.
In front of me stood a middle-aged man who, according to the clothes he was wearing and the gloves he had on, gave off the impression of being the gardener. As he looked at me, a worried expression crossed his face.
The clouds had parted to reveal a clear blue sky, and I could feel the warm rays of the sun on my face as the sound of birds chirping filled the air. It was already morning, and I was still sleeping.