When I came to, I was met with the four walls made of logs. I glanced around in confusion before my eyes landed on the familiar figure seated beside me. It was Darryl, leaning his body forwards as his chin rested on his arms which were wrapped around his knees.
I stared at his relaxed and peaceful expression, rather entranced by the flickering of the warm light against his face which gave his cheeks a warmer tone compared to his usual pale complexion. His white hair now glows with the colours of reddish orange from the fireplace, interchanging from a warm orange to a light yellow as the fireplace crackle.
It wasn't until Darryl sneezed that I broke out of my trance. I hurriedly looked away, busying myself with whatever I can find as he sniffled to himself. It wasn't long until he realised that I had awakened and leaned towards me.
