Aila's POV
Drip Drip Drop
6:30
I woke up from a disturbing dream as if rain was pouring down and the feeling of soaked clothes from the dream left me cold and bothered.

When I opened my eyes, I realized I'm not home but strangely enough. I feel warmth on my hand
"You're finally awake"  I turned to whose voice was it and it turns out it was Herbert who is now-wait a sec-
"W-why a-re you h-holding my hand?" I asked and obviously embarrassed,  I felt sudden warmth from my cheeks.  Am I blushing?-

Upon hearing my question, He quickly let go and started babbling, just like our first encounter

"I didn't mean to-  I mean I think you needed it- No wait- You won't let go so-" I watched him tripping on his own words.  I let out a giggle.

"You finally smiled." Herbert said as he smiled back at me

"I'm sorry about holding your hand.  It seems like you need it especially if you're dreaming to the point that you cry."

Crying? Me?

I touched my face for any traces and I was indeed crying.  Then- Grrr-Grrr

a loud sound came from my stomach and made me blushed beet red from the embarrassment

"Let's eat breakfast first.  C'mon"
Seriously, me and my stomach

Then suddenly my phone rang

"You go ahead, Herbert" I have to take this call

"Okay then, but don't be too long,  or else the food will turn cold."

My phone kept ringing as I quickly recognize the caller ID. I took a deep breath and answer: "Hello?"
...---...

I hope everything is fine, wherever she is.