I didn’t know how long I was drowsy, but when I opened my eyes again, I was ambushed by the bright sunlight. That got me to close my eyes instinctively to let them adjust a little before I open them again. The warm light spread out on me and the entire room, and it painted the white walls into a beautiful gold.
Christopher opened the door and saw that I was up, so he poured me a cup of warm water. My throat was dry, so I downed every drop. Still, I was thirsty, so I stared at Christopher with my puppy eyes and requested, “Can I have some more?”
I was especially afraid of being parched after returning from the island. Even the slightest hint of thirst would prompt me to drink a ton of water. I wouldn’t feel safe until I had done that. Christopher poured me another glass of water, and I felt alive after I finished it.
I cleared my throat a little and was glad that my voice was finally less raspy. The next thing I did was to rub my tummy and say, “I’m hungry. Did you get me anything to eat?”
“I knew you’d be hungry once you’re up, so I had someone prepare this for you,” answered Christopher. He opened a thermos flask and placed it next to me. I held my spoon and sipped some soup. The taste was exquisite, so I bit my spoon and stared at Christopher as I drank. My smile had to be rather bright at the time.
“Christopher, I used to go to the restaurant to have the soup you prepared. I complained that it tasted bad when I first tried your cooking. Strangely, the soup tastes better after that. Did you secretly learn how to cook?”
Christopher showed no signs of being embarrassed despite the fact that I caught him doing something romantic from behind the scenes. He held his head up high and lied, “I am talented in everything, so I didn’t need to learn at all. I just watch the chef do it once and had it all down. Look at how you’re gloating. You must feel so honored to drink the soup I prepared.”
“Of course. I am so very honored,” I replied with a smile. I sweated a little after finishing my soup, so I lay down on the soft bed and curled up in the blanket. Throughout the entire process, I felt like I had forgotten something important. Then, it happened. My eyes suddenly bulged, and I turned to Christopher before I held his hand urgently and asked, “How am I not dead?”
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