I woke up with a burning sensation in my back. when I sat up, I was covered in sweat, it looked as if I had just taken a dip in a lake during the middle of the night.. I sighed and laid back down. This was normal, but the constant showers were quite irritating. I got out of bed after 10 minutes of just staring up at the ceiling fan spin round and round.

It was early in the morning, and the sun was slowly rising over New York, causing the sunlight to shine through the kitchen window as I made my morning coffee. I took a sip of my coffee, burning my mouth and spitting it out quickly. "Ow.." I whispered to myself, raising a hand to cover my mouth after numbing my tongue, how stupid of me.

Setting the coffee down, I walked towards the restroom to prepare my shower. My clothing was already neatly folded and placed on the counter. I sat in the shower for about 20 minutes as my mind wandered... Getting out of the shower and drying myself off quickly. Putting my clothes on, after slipping on my tank top my eyes caught something in the mirror. My gaze slowly shifted over to where my backside was in view. My eyes trailed over the burn scar that rests on my bare back... I stood there for a moment before grabbing my coat that was resting on the countertop and opening the door.

I walked out of the bathroom, adjusting my leather coat around my arms. Making sure I was comfortable before closing the door behind me as I walked off. I was impatient and didn't wanna risk burning myself with coffee, so I poured it down the drain. It was a waste but I didn't care. It's not like anyone else was going to drink it.

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Grabbing my keys and putting them in my messenger bag as I walked out the door, closing it behind me. I walked along the sidewalk and went towards one of my good friends house. Looking across the street to see kids chasing after one another, still having their innocence and not wondering who they are and where they will end up. I looked away with a sigh and kept walking.

I quickly made it to the said friends house, grabbing the keys from my bag and taking them out to unlock the door. I walked in and closed the door behind me, locking it again. I removed my boots and set them by the door next to my bag I had already set down. As I did so I heard soft humming coming from the kitchen as a delightful scent of what smelled like cinnamon...

She's baking. I thought to myself. It's been a while since she's done that.. I stood up to my full height and followed the smell of cinnamon, finding myself in a kitchen. My eyes caught the figure of a 40 year old women with light blond hair that was neatly put in a low ponytail, she had eyes of blue and a white robe that gently held onto her figure, she was humming a song, an unfamiliar one at that.. "Good morning, Sindy." the woman named Sindy just smiled "Morning, Marceline." she responded, keeping her eyes down on the icing she was making, for what I'm guessing- cinnamon rolls. It would explain the scent. "You Hungry?" Sindy asked gazing up at me with a soft smile. "I'm making cinnamon rolls, you can have one if you'd like" she offered. I smiled and took a seat at the dining table. "That's such a dumb question to ask." I chuckled, crossing my legs and leaning back in my seat "of course i'd like one!" I smiled brightly at her.