Extend the Story - Add a Room

…At least, you think she's your childhood friend.

Whenever you try to think about past memories with her, everything's blurry and your head starts to hurt. All you remember is her, wearing some pink thing and those big, adorable, round glasses, smiling at you.

She claims that you've always known each other, but never gives you any details. When you try to ask, you feel an overwhelming sense of love and adoration for her that you just decide to trust her, but when she walks away, you remember what you wanted to ask.

This is Annie.

She smiles at you. "Good morning! Did you eat breakfast already? Here, I brought a snack." She holds out a cookie. Your mouth salivates.

"I did, so I'm okay."