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

  they've

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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.