Freya

The first thing I noticed was the sweet scent of strawberries filling the air, followed by the soft hum of a familiar voice. Slowly, I blinked my eyes open, and there he was, Dennis. His face lit up with a boyish grin, and before I could even say a word, he started singing softly.

“Happy birthday to you… happy birthday to you, my love, happy birthday to you.” As much as I wouldn’t want to be caught giving Dennis a compliment, I have to give him his crown. He has a nice voice, ...