*Bianca*
When I woke, the first thing I took note of was the cool draft in the air. I stuffed the edges of the blankets under me as if my goal had been to turn myself into a human burrito. Before I could bring myself to leave the warmth of my bed, I heard a gentle knocking at my door.
“Bianca, are you awake yet, darling?” I heard my mom’s voice through the solid wood.
“You can come in, Mom,” I said, raising my voice just enough for her to hear me through the closed door.
The moment she walked into my room, she clapped her hand to her mouth. A small laugh had escaped her.
“Oh, sweetie,” she said, walking towards me. “Why don’t you come out into the living room. It’s much warmer by the fireplace. Taylor is already out there eating breakfast.”
She sat down on the edge of my bed and brushed the fallen strand of hair behind my ear.
I nodded my head. “Fire sounds good.”
