Cookieware

You wake up, and it's morning as you sit up on your bed before stretching and yawning.

You then stand up and walk downstairs while you hear some strange noises coming from the kitchen, but you don't bother it.

You walk in the kitchen, and you see Cookieware baking cookies, she didn't noticed you yet.

As you slowly sat down on the chair, you questioned yourself that how did she came in your house, but you don't mind it.

Cookieware turns around and notices you while she's holding a plate of cookies.

"Oh, you're awake. I've made you some cookies, they're homemade. Just for you."

She says in a motherly yet melodic tone. Cookies? She made you cookies? You didn't questioned her as you we're confused inside your mind.

She then places the plate of cookies on the table in front of you.

(Continue, please.)