Rina Zante

Bit by bit, the wardrobe came into view. I fixed my eyes at it for a while before finally heaving up. My arms bore the under of my belly.

A huge yawn left my mouth. I was tired, even though the sleep had been long and peaceful. Then again, I didn't see myself fancying the idea of taking another nap.

My gaze moved to the curtains. It was well lit. A clock hanging next to it stated the morning had long started. Some minutes to nine.

Off to the bathroom, I couldn't say what would become of today. One thing was sure, however, I'd be out of town...