Freya saw you as a child of her own, you saw her as a mother and you loved her like she was your mother, she loved you like you were her child. One morning she woke you up, with a sweet gentle voice she spoke.

Freya: it’s time to wake up, I made breakfast. Eggs, toast and some grapes!

your eyes fluttered open, you let out a small yawn, before quietly saying “can I have breakfast in bed..?”

Freya laughed before speaking up

Freya: of course you can.