As I shudder vigorously in the thick blanket, I pull the blanket up to my neck and bury half of my face into the blanket. It surprises me when I realise, even when my nose is blocked, I can still smell the mild aroma of the blanket.
It is the scent of alyssums… I must be in Mr Llevric's bed… He brought me back to his chamber in order to take care of me, didn't he? But, if this is Mr Llevric's chamber, for me, this room must be the warmest place on earth now… Unless Mr Llevric is not here with me.
Concerned, I push myself up from the bed. I open my tired eyes and squint into the bright light showering across the sheer curtains. There, the sweet alyssums are the first thing to fill my sight. I was always here only during difficult times, that I never realised they were there. All I remember was Mr Llevric brought them with him in a box on the first day he moved in.
