Book 1: Chapter 5

Sunday morning dawned late and instead of sitting in front of my TV that day like I wanted to do, I picked up where I had left off with the cleaning. I about it like a possessed woman trying hard not to think about the dream that I’d had last night. It wasn’t until I pulled a cobweb out of my hair for the third time that I finally stopped and looked up. The clock said seven and my stomach reminded me it had been many hours since breakfast.

“Well stomach you’re going to have to wait until after I shower because I am completely sticky and grimy,” I said to myself out loud, startling myself with my own voice.

I got showered and cleaned up in record time, as well as putting my hair up in a ponytail seeing no valid reason to try and tame the red-curled mess right at that minute. I wrapped the towel around myself and padded out to the living room to look through my takeout menus. I knew the basics of cooking, but tonight I didn’t really feel like hassling with it especially si