I strolled over to the table, only to discover it was laden with all my past favorites. I heaped them onto an empty plate at one of the chairs and poured myself a glass of apple cider that was simply divine. Then, I dove into a massive piece of fried chicken, accompanied by creamy mashed potatoes topped with a generous dollop of butter, roasted corn, deviled eggs, and a vibrant fruit salad. To top it all off, there was hot apple pie with whipped cream and the most delightful vanilla ice cream. I indulged until I felt like I might pop. Every bite was a burst of reality and deliciousness, but as I reached the point of discomfort, I couldn't help but question whether I was falling into the same trap again—wondering if I was truly awake or just dreaming.
"After you've finished your meal, come join me by the fire for an engaging chat," a deep, captivating voice beckoned, sending a thrilling shiver down my spine that made my toes curl.