#4

My eyes shot open. Where am I? I panic as I try to gather my senses. Suddenly, a whiff of freshly made pancakes fill the room and I remember, I am home.

I am home.

A head peeked in from the open door, and a concerned face welcomed me. "Are you okay?" He asks.

My heartbeat quickened until it's racing more than normal, that I am dazed for a second. But I calmed down just as fast. I am reminded; I am home.

I nod and give him a shy but grateful smile, and he graces the room with the brightest of smiles I had ever seen—brighter than the sunlight that blinded me first thing today.

"Breakfast? I made your favorite." He walks toward me and offers his hand.

I take it.