John’s eyes fluttered as it opened.
“Young master... Are you okay?”
John awoke in his room. He tried to sit up with the help of Alfred. John grabbed his head as he sat up straight as a sharp sensation hit his head.
“Where am I?”
“Your room, young master.”
“Mmmm...”
John was still in a blur. He stood up like a guy who is suffering from a hangover. He stumbled and swayed from left to right as he made his way to the sink. Alfred stood, shaking his head at the young boy and went off to do his house chores.
The splash of water on his face was refreshing. It helped him gain back his senses.
“Piano... Piano...”
John ran to the piano room and sat down. His head started the tune that he had heard two days ago.