Never Expecting This

Chapter 8

          You didn't have the energy to unpack anything that night, and the same was said for your companions. You decided that sleep was needed, and you went to the bedroom you claimed. The room you picked was large and spacious for all your belongings, and the room possessed a large window that showed a captivating scene of the luminous moon. It was warm, comfortable, carpeted, and pure white, making the room like a large canvas for your creativity. You opened up your suitcase and pulled out an extremely large shirt and pajama pants. You changed and pulled out the rest of the items you needed for your nightly routine. Afterwards, you pulled out a small, round, (F/C) pillow and a large tie blanket from the carrying case.

           You laid down on the soft floor of the room. Tomorrow would be filled with terrible chores and laboring tasks. You stared out the window, gazing at the celestial object floating in the starry sky. The moon appeared the exact same as back home, but it felt like you were light years away from your old house. You tried not to think much more as you lulled yourself to sleep.

                                                                                     ------Time Skip------

            The following morning, you awoke with the glowing sun basking your body with rays of heat and light. You sat up from the floor, and you stretched your body as much as you could. You pulled out another change of clothes for the day, and decided that a shower was required to awaken the rest of your body. You headed out of your bedroom and trudged groggily down the stairs. Standing in the living room, our eyes fixed themselves on the labels of each box, attempting to locate the container with the bathroom supplies. Finally, you discovered the case and pulled out shampoo bottles, body wash, towels, and other supplies for your shower.

             You ambled back up the stairs to your destination. The upstairs bathroom was larger than most, containing a large bathtub/shower, a spotless white counter top and sink, a tall, large, shiny mirror, multiple cabinets and drawers, and most importantly, a porcelain throne. You cleaned yourself with a well-deserved shower and clothed yourself with your outfit. You finished all of your daily, morning tasks and walked to the kitchen for some breakfast

             There were dozens of shelves and cupboards in the room, but not a single grain of food could be found. What did you expect? You haven't had anytime to shop since you arrived. That's when a small voice in the back of your head popped a proposition. Why not go to the market and buy some food? You smiled at yourself for the wonderful idea, you would have to thank yourself later. Since there wasn't any conscious beings in the house other than yourself, you decided to leave them in slumber, and go alone. You grabbed a small handbag, and your were about to reach for the door handle when another thought dawned on you. I need some money first.

             You were completely broke, so the only solution you could think of was your grandpa's wallet. You tiptoed cautiously through rooms and halls leading to your sleeping relative until you reached his quarters. He was sprawled on the wooden floor while laying on his stomach, snoring heavily with small amounts of drool on his face. You searched his room quietly for the pouch of currency. Your hunt was over when you spotted it in the back pocket of his jeans. You desperately needed the mobiums, but you didn't enjoy the idea of waking your sweet grandpa-pi from his rest. There was only one thing to do.

              As stealthily as you could, you made your way to your grandpa. You were about a foot from him when he shifted in his sleep, rolling onto his back and taking the wallet under his body.

              You huffed with annoyance, and accidentally spoke aloud, "That's perfect." Your words broke the silence, and your only reaction was slapping your hands across your lips.