When I finished tidying up the things I had packed in my suitcase I left the room, leaving my friend asleep in bed to go and make something to eat. The first floor was almost dark, so I went downstairs carefully to avoid repeating the accident a few hours ago.
I turned on the lights and walked to the kitchen. I put my hair in a ponytail, put on an apron and washed my hands. I started to chop some vegetables and meat to make a stew. The house was in complete silence everyone was trying to recover the hours of sleep we had lost. When I finished my dishes, I set the table to eat as soon as they woke up. As I had nothing to do, I decided to go around the rest of the hut.
I took off my apron and left it on the kitchen counter. I walked to the small living room. I began to look at the books that were on a small bookshelf. They all reminded me of the times my mother used to read stories at night to my friends and me. I smiled with nostalgia.