Touched By An Angel

A Friend

*YOUR POV*

I woke lying in a soft cloth, it cradling my body. I slowly sat up, praying it was my bed and I'd just been dreaming, but that was not the case. I saw the familiar walls of the workshop, yet I was someplace I'd never been before. There was a hammock in the corner, which is what I'd been lying on, a chest next to me, and cans of bacon soup scattered everywhere. It looked almost like a safe house. I noticed a door to my left, open slightly, light streaming in. I walked through the door into another room. Boris was sitting at a table, drumming his fingers on it, and staring at me. I sighed and went to the door. Locked. And the lever was missing. I turned back to Boris. "Hey buddy. Have you seen that lever handle around? Or are you holding it hostage until I make you something to eat?" Silence. "I thought so. Let's see what we got." I figured I'd make bacon soup for Boris, since that was all that was around. I returned to the bedroom area and picked up three cans of bacon soup. Perfect. I walked back to the kitchen area and poured the soup into a pot, turning the fire on as I did so. I stood there for a bit, letting it simmer until I could smell the bacon. Then, I took the pot off the stove, poured it into a bowl, and set it in front of Boris. He handed me the lever handle. I walked over and plugged it into the wall, then pulled. The door opened and I stepped out. I felt a prickling feeling and debated even leaving this safe house, but knew I needed to get back home. Without a second thought, I began walking.