12th

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Finally I got to bed about half past eight and found myself in a very comfortable bed. I fell asleep quickly and woke up at 7 am. Remembering where I was again, I happily ran down the stairs looking for the kitchen. It took me a while to find it because the house was so big and had many rooms. I looked into another bathroom and an office before I found the kitchen.

Heather was already making breakfast and I watched her standing infront of the cooker making pancakes. It watered my mouth and I took a plate, climbed on one of the chairs at the table and waited. When she was finished she put five pancakes on my plate and I wondered how I should eat so much. Then she poured some maple syrup on it and gave ma a fork. With pleasure I ate the pancakes and drank a cocoa. She ate a bread with cheese and drank a coffee. Surprisingly I could eat all the pancakes but I was so full after it I wasn't sure if I could walk.

Slowly I got to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and washed my face. I looked for some fresh fitting clothes in my room and picked out a purple T-shirt, gray pants and black shoes. Then I played with some toys and discovered a diary. It was the diary of Heather's son. His name was Paul. I thought if I should open it and read it but I didn't know. Of course, I was curious but I wouldn't like it if someone read my diary if I had one.

Sighing I opened it and started to read. He wrote about his friends, his toys, the food, events and other things. Pretty much, it was a normal diary from a kid. Nothing special. I put it away and kept playing with my toys. There were different cars, playmobil and lego. I played for hours till lunch at 12 am. We got sausages with potatoes. It was very good. After that I went back into my room.

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