I woke up having lost track of time and space. Slowly, I turned around, my eyes taking in the environment. I was back in Fabian's bedroom, and a tray of covered food was sitting on the bedside table next to me. I sat up, the duvet falling away from me. The room was empty, however, and I felt a bit of relief wash over me. I didn't really want to see Fabian.
I turned to the tray, my eyes catching an envelope.
Slowly, I took the envelope and opened it. It was a small card inside, and it held the events for my father's burial. He would be put to rest in a week.
I felt a lump rise in my throat as I started to put the card back in. Something stopped the smooth entry, however, and I stopped, then slowly pulled it out once more.
Underneath was a paper, and I took it out, then slowly opened it.
