A sweet aroma waft through the air awoke me from the peaceful sated dream land Spencer induced me into last night. That was one of the best things I have ever had the pleasure of experiencing, the first had to be when I first learned how to ride a bike. I was six years old and my dad got the papers filed away for a week off, him and my mom took me to a small park near the barrier wall. It was so pretty, my dad sat me on the bike and well I feel like a hundred times but by the end of the week I was flying, wind whipping my hair around my face, I felt so free and full of life till I had to put the breaks on and go back to my normal day to day routine where my parents were always working I was either at school, home or hanging with people I wish I could still call friends.

Opening my eyes, sun light filtered in the tiny room. Blinking a few times to get the sleep haze to go away, the room was so simple that it just screamed Spencer. There was a picture of a woman on the table by the bed, the person in it was stunning, blonde hair and the same blue eyes as Spencer only a bit duller than my girl’s. I assumed it was her mother and the little boy sitting in her lap with the biggest smile he probably has ever had in his life was Glen, kind of hard to see him so happy when now all he is a bitter man.

“I see you’re awake,” Arthur smiled warmly from the doorway, tilting his head a bit, I realize him and Spencer shared that, when ever they were truly content they’d tilt their hear with a smile, “Breakfast is ready, bacon and eggs, Spence said you liked those when she made them for you in the cemetery.”

“Yeah, where is Spencer?” Yep you guessed it she was not in my arms when I woke up this morning, I really need to remember to scold her for that, and it’s getting old real fast.

“She packed a bag this morning for the trip she’s out right now getting some food supplies ready for us. So when you’re ready come join me for some food,” he winked and let the sheet drop back giving me some privacy again.