Sunlight filters through your bedroom window, warm and gentle, nudging you from sleep. You stretch lazily, feeling a pleasant heaviness in your limbs, as if you’d had the best sleep in years.
Yawning, you swing your legs over the side of the bed, rubbing your face as you sit there for a moment, letting the morning fog clear from your mind. Your stomach grumbles, louder than usual, a reminder of last night’s indulgence. That pie was something else.
You pad into the bathroom, splashing cool water onto your face. Looking in the mirror, everything seems normal. Maybe your hair is a little shinier? Your skin a bit softer? You shrug it off and splash some cold water on your face before heading to the kitchen.
As you pour yourself a bowl of cereal, a knock at the door interrupts your routine. You glance at the clock, it’s barely past nine.
You open the door to find Lydia standing there, dressed in an elegant yet comfortable, looking dress, a wicker basket hanging from her arm. She’s beaming, her plump cheeks flushed with delight.
“Good morning, dear!” she coos, stepping forward before you can even invite her in. “I do hope I’m not intruding, but I simply had to check in on you.”
You blink, surprised by her enthusiasm. “Uh, yeah, I’m fine. Just waking up, actually.”
Lydia’s eyes sweep over you, her smile widening ever so slightly. “Oh, you look positively radiant this morning. Did you sleep well?”
You nod, stifling another yawn. “Yeah, surprisingly.”
“Wonderful!” She sets the basket on your counter and begins unpacking its contents, freshly baked pastries, a small jar of homemade jam, and what looks like a creamy, rich spread.
“I brought a little something for breakfast,” she says with a wink. “I know how lonely mornings can be when you eat alone.”
You hesitate, but the buttery aroma is already making your mouth water. “You really didn’t have to, Lydia.”
“Oh, nonsense,” she insists, slicing into a warm pastry and spreading a generous dollop of jam onto it. “Go on, try some.”
It would be rude to refuse but you couldn't shake the strange feeling you had about Lydia.
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