Eighteen

I woke up when breathing the aroma of lavender which was strong enough in the room. I gasped and realized that I was already in a thick and warm blanket. I vaguely heard the accompaniment of classical music which was played softly in the corner of the room. 

The room is the same as the one that was lent by Terrence. 

“Good night, sweetie. Do you want to eat something?” 

“Terrence? Why didn’t you wake me up? What time is it now?” I grasp him with many questions. 

Terrence sucked a warm smile. “It’s nine o’clock at night.” 

“Hah! You don’t wake me up? What if mom worried abou—“

“Please calm down, mate. I won’t be crazy to take you away without asking for your mom’s permission. I’ve contacted her this afternoon and I have also told Judith to deliver a permit not present to take part in learning activities tomorrow.”