86. Can I stay in this marriage?

Celia’s POV

     Ever imagined waking up to the chirping sound of birds, rumbling of leaves, rush of breeze, a howl of something unpredictable, smell of soil, and woods? And yet, you are still in that classy white apartment. I thought it is a dream, staring out of the window at everything that falls under the category of verdant. So many plants, leaves and leaves and plants. I feel like am suddenly teleported to a cabin in the middle of a forest. But, the room in which I am sitting on a bed looks nothing like a cabin. It is cool, not like an ice cool but cool cool.

      I looked aside and he isn’t there. He did a drama when he woke up and I wasn’t there. For a second, I thought I am kidnapped. Who am I kidding? Who would kidnap me? Probably Amy. But, she would never put me on a bed like this unless it has a bomb fixed under it. The windows are definitely picture windows that are stationary, made to give the right amount