The scent of Chinese take out flared my nostrils comfortingly as I glided through the door way. The stuffy air of inside struck me like a tsunami as the cold fresher air was drained from the pits of my lungs. It was a large house, consisting of manny stunning features that complemented it's classy image: A sparkling chandelier dangled from high above my head; shredding shards of light in many diverse directions. A cream set of furniture was arranged flawlessly over a glistening white tiled floor. A flat screen television set lurked in the centre of the wall and displayed a charcoal black and motionless image.
I dragged my feet along the cold elegantly while letting my gaze wonder loosely. My sight then settled upon a small hand written note upon the table. The paper was pale and crumpled like elderly skin. It read; "my dear Hannah, I have taken the children out for the rest of the weekend, I will return on Sunday morning. You know where everything is."
