It has been three days thru my one week bed rest confinement. I have been lying on bed for these past three days, only moving if I need to go to the bathroom. Even when eating, the food was served for me here in bed.
I sighed. "Troy is really strict." I mumble to myself.
I would really want to stand a little to stretch my body. I look around and saw that no one was around. I take the blankets off of me and slowly sat down on bed. I stretch my legs and feet a little and it feels good.
I slowly stand up. I lazily stretch my upper body and arms.
"Ahhh. That feels good." I said.
"And what do you think you are doing?" I heard Troy's voice at the door.
When I looked towards the door I see my angel lazily leaning on the door frame with his arms folded. He was looking dashing on his casual clothes, a white t-shirt and brown khaki shorts. I can never get use to my angel's handsome features. Every time I see him my heart thumps rapidly.
