+---Erik's P.O.V.---+

I sat up quickly and looked around me. I was on a bed with burgundy blankets and crimson pillows.
The bed was in a small room, that had pink walls with laced lining in the exact middle, also,
a white door with a silver handle.

There was one window on the left side of the bed, about 10 feet away from me.
It had crimson curtains over it, but I could still see the white wooden design of the window through it.
Light was coming through the window, filling the room with heat.

As I calmly pondered my where-abouts, I heard a distant clink, and a high-pitched squeal.
I shifted uncomfortably in my blankets. I was not alone. I listened hard, and faintly heard someone humming,
and light footsteps; which were coming closer. Before I could listen any further, the polished silver knob turned, and a young woman entered the room.

She was very young, 15, I guessed at first glance, and she was dressed in a odd, yet orderly, fashion.
She was wearing a lavender long-sleeved shirt, with purple thread lining the collar and cuffs.
She also was wearing a pair of pants, which from where I sat, are made of a tough dark blue fabric.

She was also donning a bright smile, which revealed her top, her deep brown hair was pulled out of her way.
She has a round olive-skinned face, with matching hazel eyes and nose; full pink lips, high cheek bones,
dark eyebrows, and a bit of an acne problem. Her hands, though mostly covered by the silver tray she held,
were small, and have small bumps on them. On her right hand, she had a dark blue glove. I never did find out why.

I quickly noticed that her two front teeth were a bit large, yet not overly large.
She seemed to be very confident of her smile. She set down her large silver tray on the bedside table next to me.
I quickly looked over the large tray. On it was:

A large blue teapot and matching teacup, a lumpy mixture in a blue bowl, two polished silver spoons,
some sugar cubes stacked nicely on a small saucer,and a few slices of lemon sitting on a plate.

As I was looking over the full plater, she drew the crimson curtains from the single window,
causing light to pour into the room, brightening and slightly cooling the room.
She unlocked and opened the window. Taking in a whiff of the air, she turned back around to look at me.
She cleared her throat.

"Good morning. And how are you feeling?" She asked me, sweetly. I looked at her, and forced half-smile.

"I feel grape." I stated, sarcastically. She smiled, then rolled her eyes. It was not a very good reply,
but it was the smartest thing I could think of; being half-asleep.

"More like feeling sarcastic." She said. "Then I take it you are are feeling fine. Good. Because I have a lot planned. Here is your schedule for today, follow it as well as you can, okay?" I took the paper carefully. Our hands touched. Her smile faded, and her face suddenly became very serious. She grabbed my hand, I let the paper fall to the bed.

Her eyes were filled with curiosity of other worlds. She felt over every feature of my hand.
My hand looked so old compared to hers... Suddenly, her eyes became as they were.
She looked straight into my eyes. I felt as if she looked straight into my soul at that moment.

"Oh, sorry. I was thinking again." She said. I gave her a bit of a confused look.
"Yeah, I know, it is a dangerous past time." I continued to stare. She stood straight and laughed.
"You look like this." She claimed, raising her eyebrow and giving me a confused look, most likely identical to mine.

"You look so ridiculus!" At that, she laughed. She finished, and she took in a deep breath, and stood straight again. She went over to the bedside table, picked up the tray, and set it on my lap. "Eat. It helps. And the tea is Russian." She pointed to the teapot, then loudly shut the door on her way out. I looked down at the platter on my lap.

I moved my hand slowly towards one of the spoons, and picked it up. It was perfectly polished.
Nothing was on it, except for my fingerprints. Odd. I stared at it and wondered how much time,
that was put into making this spoon so well polished and by whom. I smirked. So that was what she was like...

Suddenly, she burst back into the room. "I forgot to turn it on, for the effect, you know." She said,walking over to a strange contraption. I nodded without looking, and without thinking.She pushed a few things on the surface, and it began to make noise. I look up. She pushed some more things,
and I hear a familiar tune. She pushed something sort of lever, and it grew louder.

She turned to me, smiled, and left. Then, from the contraption, a familiar voice began to sing.
I slowly began to eat, and listen to the music. As the song played I enjoyed a meal for the first time in a while...:

"Think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye.
Remember me, once in a while, please promise me you'll try.
And when you find, that once again you long, to take your heart back and be free;
if you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me.

We never said our love was evergreen, or as unchanging as the sea,
but if you can still remember, stop and think of me.
Think of all the things we've shared and seen.
Don't think about the way things might have been.

Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigned, imagine me,
trying too hard to put you from my mind.

Recall those days, look back on all those times, think of the things we'll never do.
There will never be a day when I won't think of you!

Can it be? Can it be Christine? Bravo! Long ago, it seems so long ago;
how young and innocent we were! She may not remember me, but I remember her…

Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade; they have their seasons, so do we.
But please promise me, that sometimes, you.. will.. think... Of me...! "

(Hi, I edited this, to make the spacing work, just to let you know I've fixed it)