Eventually falling asleep to the beautiful humming coming from the room over and beside him, Jorge knew it was Anabelle, no sounds were ever produced in his house before, that were so harmonious, and soothing to the soul. He slept as if he'd never been on that bed before, and woke up, only when the beginning rays of light broke through the window of his room.
Sitting up in his bed, he stepped out of it, and stretched his body, enjoying the warmth that the sun gave through the glass. Surely it was still cold outside, as the grass was evidently covered in a small dew. Opening the door to his room, he stepped into the hallways with just his trousers on that he'd worn the day before. Descending down the stairs, he checked to see if Anabelle was in there.



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