Tying my hair back with an elastic band, I walked down the hall then out into the kitchen, feeling refreshed and relaxed. I'd dressed in a pair of black leggings and a long black T-shirt. With the house already warm from the heater being on and the oven being used, there was no need for something warmer. It was strange to have my house cosy and smelling, well, lived in.
Upon entering, I found my usual empty kitchen table filled with people. Seeing it brought tears to my eyes. I quickly turned back around and stepped into the living room to wipe away the few drops I allowed to fall.
Stupid, uncontrollable, silly emotions. I stomped back into the kitchen.