With nothing else to do, Rain sifted through her deck for the hundredth time. She rolled off the couch and walked to the fridge. She cooked a hot breakfast of fluffy eggs and crispy bacon.
The servings were split between two plates. One was cleaned and the other lost its warmth with the passing minutes. Rain pouted, her fork hanging out of her mouth. She peered into the bedroom.
Carly rubbed at her eyes and picked up the clock. Rain lit up. Carly groaned, dropped the clock, and shut her eyes again. Rain sulked at the foot of the bed.