Slowly I opened my eyes as I hear the chirping songs of the bird outside as though I am not within the busy modernized streets of the City of Apple, rather, it feels as though, I am in the center of a serenading forest with a lot of nature vibes. A strange yet refreshing sounds of continuous pouring water hitting a rock was also to be heard.
“W-Where am I?” was the first question that comes in my mind.
The glassy walls of my room speak so much difference to my nude painted room in Applewood Village Block B. And the tree sceneries on my open window was definitely not my usual morning view. More importantly, the crimson mattress I am laying in is far different from my angelic white feathery.
In short, I am not in my room. This is not my house. And to even try test my audacity, I called
