Nyrissa woke up to a soft knock on her door and the delicious smell of coffee, eggs, and bacon. She snuggled into her pillow, wondering if the neighbors wouldn’t mind sharing. She rarely had the energy to cook more than just a passing meal and certainly not anything so delicious smelling.

The soft knock came again, along with her name being called quietly through the door. Two things hit her at once: one that was DEFINITELY not her neighbors, and two: it was definitely her ...