23: Starving

Knock, knock.

I was barely awake and the knocks on the door seemed like miles away. I groaned and the door flung open. The knocker took it as a yes. Sara's shape came into view with her gracefully carrying a tray of sandwiches and bacon. The warm smell of creamy latte filled my nose and my stomach grumbled in confrontation.

I slightly opened my sleepy eyes and could see Sara trying so hard to tiptoe because she did not want to disturb my sleep. She carefully placed the tray on the bedside table. I turned over to the other side of the bed and closed my eyes firmly. I was eager to get some more sleep before taking my breakfast. For what could be counted as minutes, I waded in and out of sleep.

The gentle slam of a distant door woke me up again. I had not heard Sara leave the room nor when she closed the door. I opened my eyes fully and absentmindedly gazed at the mahogany wardrobe at the posterior end of the room. It was an Urban Outfitters inspo just like the ones I had always saved on