C31 Donna

Phoenix's POV

Dragging my feet across the cold floors, I head towards the kitchen. My tired eyes flutter open and my lips part in a yawn.

I open the fridge, the amber light casts a soft glow on my face and I can finally see clearly. My eyes rake over the contents in the fridge, glancing over milk, the cucumber salad I made earlier, frozen bananas and the strawberry syrup