Chapter 9- Thinking About Breakfast

I awoke for the second morning in a row in an unfamiliar room. The sound of rain pouring outside was punctuated by the occasional clap of thunder. A rainstorm had raged all night, and wasn't showing signs of stopping anytime soon.

The events of yesterday replayed in my mind. We had gotten stuck in traffic, resultantly arriving in Abu Dhabi two hours later. The gps directed us to a small house located in a vast neighbourhood of different sized cookie cutter houses ranging from mansion to miniature on various lanes. This accommodation was of the latter variety, which was less than half the size of my apartment.

The house key was on the key ring Sylvie had given to Lukas. It started pouring as we entered the house.

Inside was a single bedroom, living room, bathroom and joint kitchen and dining room. A spiral staircase led to the roof. Put simply, it was a tiny house.