"You look pale. Are you feeling sick?" Andrew's concerned expression reflected in his furrowed brows as he observed my face.
I opened my eyes slightly and closed them again, trying to shake off the drowsiness. "I'm just feeling cold," I responded, attributing it to the weather. Andreas had been practicing the piano, and I must have unintentionally drifted off on the sofa. The sound of the piano keys still resonated in my ears, but my mind was half-asleep.
Andrew placed his hand on my forehead, confirming his suspicion. "You're burning up."
"Just leave me alone. I'm sleepy," I mumbled, hoping he would understand my desire for solitude. I heard his footsteps fading away, and a sense of relief washed over me as he respected my need for rest. After a few minutes, I felt a soft fabric being draped over me. I pulled the blanket up to my neck, seeking warmth to counter the chill that enveloped me. With my head feeling heavy, I gradually succumbed to a deep slumber.
