When I woke up, the scent of waffles drifted into my nose as I heard the door click. My eyes fluttered open in excitement, and I saw Xavier carrying a tray with a triple stack of waffles, covered in powdered sugar, syrup, and fresh berries. There was a glass of orange juice and a bowl of oatmeal decorated with diced apples and sprinkled on cinnamon. My stomach grumbled and I sat up, prepared to devour this meal.
“Well good morning to you, too.” He said, placing the tray in front of me. I took a bite of the waffles first, my tastebuds exploding as soon as the mixture of flavors hit my tongue. I devoured all of it, finishing my glass of orange juice in record time.
“Thank you.” I said, satisfied that my tummy was full.
“Of course. Now get ready. We have a couple hours before introducin
