Jaimy was in my house.
And cooking.
I laid stretched out on our sofa, watching him with a curious smile. He didn't know I was watching him.
There was slight frown was on his face as he examined our near-empty cupboards. Finally, he pulled out the molasses, flour, and the last of our eggs. "Hope you like Johnny Cakes, Manders."
Manders? Cute.

Then a thought struck me.
Was this another dream? Everything was too good to be true. When was I to be torn from this fantasy?

"You awake yet?" Jaimy asked after a little bit, rubbing his chin as he turned to my sofa.
Uh oh.
"Mmmmph? Wh- oh. Now I am.." I said, cupping my mouth in a yawn.
Jaimy raised an eyebrow.
"Well lucky for you, I, Jaimy, world-renowned chef, has come and prepared you a supper of champions!" Jaimy announced, eyes twinkling proudly. I rolled my eyes and smiled.

"Lets see what you've got, head-chef." I called out challengingly.
Jaimy turned around and pulled a hot plate out of the hearth. Using a knife, he pushed the johnny-cakes onto a plate and sprinkled them with cinnamon and sugar.
"Bon-appetit'" he said as he handed the plate of steaming pancakes and a fork to me. It smelled delicious, and I suddenly realized how ravenous I was! Stabbing the food with my fork, I took a big bite. It was absolutely delicious! I took two more bites greedily, then looked up at Jaimy.
"Good?" He asked, smiling smugly.
I just took another bite, watching him.
"Stop tormenting me!" He said, exasperated and laughing.
"Its great Jaimy!" I finally said, giggling. I cut off a piece of the pancake and pushed my fork into it, then popped it in Jaimy's mouth playfully.
Jaimy chewed it slowly and thoughtfully.
"Your right. I am great." He said finally, smiling.
He has no idea, I thought, silently agreeing.