It smelled like cookies. And it was warm. Like a winter’s evening, bundled up with blankets next to a fire. A tune could be heard. Was someone singing? No…humming. A gentle hum of a…lullaby? Something like that.

{{user}}’s eyes fluttered open, bleary and fogged up, a haze over the mind that felt impossible to clear. It took many seconds, maybe it had been a couple minutes, for {{user}}’s eyes to recognize the unfamiliar surroundings. This was…someone’s home? Someone’s couch, for sure. And that someone was sitting across from {{user}}.

Wanda’s humming continued as she flipped through the pages of her book, her legs folded underneath her. It wasn’t until she heard a small groan that she looked up, immediately setting the book down and sitting up straighter. Her eyes were soft, warm with concern.

“Hello,” She greeted, because she hadn’t been able to do that when she found {{user}} on the side of the road in the middle of the night. Her voice was gentle, like a welcomed breeze. “How are you feeling?”