The door to my room

suddenly clicks before

opening.

"You're awake…"

An older woman

enters.

She's dressed in a ebony

and white frilly maid

clothing,

owning hair the color

of a ginger orange in

the style of a messy

bun.

Those black and

stern eyes that

belongs to her

seem as if

they've

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seen a lot

in life.

I wonder what those

eyes have seen.

"Eat up okay? Don't

move around too

much."

She insists.

I wince in slight

pain and sit back

on the soft bed I

got up from.

The maid puts

the tray on my

lap before

leaving.

There's a click

followed after

she shuts the

door.

I look down at my

breakfast.

It consists of two

fresh toast with

purple jam on it.

next to the toast

with jam, there's

one boiled egg

sliced in two

followed by

seaweed

salad.

Then to wash it

all down, there's

a glass of orange

juice.