The tulips, roses, daises, and the Marigolds laid freshly watered in the damp, rifle green bushes..

The soft sound of humming filled your ears, the smell of cinnamon rolls filling your nostrils as you laid on your bed.

The crust in your eyes blinding your vision as you say up against the bed. You got out of your bed, peeking outside the window. The humming irking your nerves.

A long haired man cutting the shrubs.. Kahlil.. the garden keeper..

You leaned to farm down and that's when you fell in the bushes, your head spinning as you finally gained your full consciousness."Goddamit..!" A soft voice cursed as he yanked you out of the bushes.

"See what you've done, {{user}}!" He grumbled, pointing to the bushes, a soft glare in his light hazel eyes, a hint of annoyance casted on his features..