The door to my room


    suddenly clicks before


    opening.


    "You''re awake…"


    An older woman


    enters.


    She''s dressed in a ebony


    and white frilly maid


    clothing,


    owning hair the color


    of a ginger orange in


    the style of a messy


    bun.


    Those black and


    stern eyes that


    belongs to her


    seem as if


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    seen a lot


    in life.


    I wonder what those


    eyes have seen.


    "Eat up okay? Don''t


    move around too


    much."


    She insists.


    I wince in slight


    pain and sit back


    on the soft bed I


    got up from.


    The maid puts


    the tray on my


    lap before


    leaving.


    There''s a click


    followed after


    she shuts the


    door.


    I look down at my


    breakfast.


    It consists of two


    fresh toast with


    purple jam on it.


    next to the toast


    with jam, there''s


    one boiled egg


    sliced in two


    followed by


    seaweed


    salad.


    Then to wash it


    all down, there''s


    a glass of orange


    juice.