Leah opened her eyes, but closed them before snuggling into the blanket. It was the winter season and nothing was better than the feeling of being wrapped up in a warm blanket.
She opened one of her eyes and peaked the digital clock. It was Tuesday, her classes started at 11.
Sleep was already on her mind, and it would be so easy to say back into it. He took in a deep breath, cuddling more into the blankets only for the scent of French toast to waft into her nose.
Who the hell was cooking French toast in the morning? Lucy was not much of a cook in the morning, especially when they had cereal in the house. Amelia was not in for the week, as she had caught a cold.
So, who was making a French toast?
She had half a mind to stay where she was but also wanted to check who was cooking in her house. Leah sat up on the bed first, before wrapping the blanket around her securely.