Crackles. Thats what I'd describe the noises I was hearing. I slowly opened my eyes and spotted the source of the noise immediately.
The wood in the fireplace was crisp, and enlightened by soft flames. The fire danced and little flames were spit out, only to fall back down.
For a second I was mesmerized. I stared for a few more moments until I finally took in my surroundings.
Alexanders house.
I straightened up and glanced down. I had a thin blanket draped across my body and my head had been resting on a soft, plush, purple pillow, that was propped up on the edge of the sofa.
I rubbed my head slightly confused as I stood up and glanced at Alexanders vacant armchair.
However I was even more confused when I glanced to the blurry glass doors that revealed it was indeed night time.
Grea
