I opened my eyes, heard some birds tweeting outside my window, and some commotion downstairs. I checked my phone and it was 7:20.
'What could be happening so early…?'
Then I heard two people run upstairs, with Brian yelling, "Hey! Please, stop!"
The footsteps stopped just outside my door. There was some muffled conversation I couldn't quite make out, then the door opened.
Brian came in and announced,
"Bree, you have a visitor."
"Abi?!"
I shot up from the bed, and a girl emerged from behind Brian.
"Oh, Karuhi…"
As she greeted me with a polite, and somewhat apologetic, nod, Brian told her,
"I'm sorry. I don't want to be rude, but please understand Bree isn't feeling well."
"I'm sorry too. I won't cause her any stress."
Brian sighed, left, and closed the door.
"I hope," Karuhi said.
"It's okay," I told her.
Then Karuhi looked around the room, and asked, "Why is she hiding in the corner?"
