I stretched out and tossed my hands in the air with a long moan.
I could feel the sun's intense reflection on my legs, so I opened my eyes and moved to a location where the sun couldn't touch me.
I'm still wearing my white bathrobe, which I had to adjust slightly to properly cover my body.
Everything smells wonderful, and it was almost as if an expert was preparing toasted bread and an egg in the sitting room.
The aroma filled my entire lungs, and I found myself fully rising from my bed as I made my way towards the sitting room, as if compelled by an evil spirit.
When I arrived, I noticed a young man who appeared to be a chef because he wore an apron around his waist and a white cap to cover his hair.
He was standing in the kitchen, and he was responsible for the pleasant aroma that
