Uncovering The Truth

**TRACY SCOTT**

~Day Nine

Wow. The first word I uttered as the sun rays filled the room. I got up and stood close to the window,

stretching my hand out and letting it fall completely on me. I can't recall the last time I had the pleasure of doing something like this.

Over a week. Aside from that, there was a set of plates laid in front of me. All were covered. Inspecting each of them, I saw they were filled with cereals and beside was a glass of milk. How did he?

This was my favourite breakfast meal. I didn't think anyone knew this. Not even the maids back at home. He got it prepared accurately, down to the type of cereal I enjoyed. He also ensured that there was a cup of milk beside it, just in case I didn't like the level of milk. How did he get it so right?

I can't recall telling anyone or giving out a clue. It's almost like he's in my head, either that or this was done by someone who's been there all along. The one person I wouldn't imagine could do this. Someone close to me. But