One morning, after a few more weeks have passed, you wake up to see the same white ceiling is above you as always. By now you've stopped expecting anything else; after so long spent in your grandma's old house, it's starting to feel a little more like your home as well.
Like the house, your morning routine has become very familiar by now. Get dressed; have breakfast and check the news; read any new messages anybody has sent you. The only real difference as you sit at the kitchen table is that instead of your grandma's old laptop, you're now doing it all on: