Boiling and Quick Sip

Sarah woke up early, the sun pouring through the apartment window; she stretched lazily and placed her feet, one by one on the floor. Rising from the bed, she tiptoed through the boxes which lay everywhere and put a kettle of water onto boil. Waiting, she glanced over all her possessions, grateful she had the whole day before her. She scooped instant coffee into the cup and poured in now boiling water. Stirring the coffee, she tried to decide where to begin. She took a quick sip of coffee and searched her box of books. She ordered them neatly on a shelf. Then, she lifted her suitcase onto her bed. She unlatched the clasps and opened it and hung her dresses, carefully, in the closet. Then she put the rest of her clothes in her cast of drawers. In the last box she found the dishes her mother had given her. She washed them thoroughly, dried them all and laid them carefully in the cupboard. And she closed the cupboard door; she sighed and looked at the calendar. Tomorrow her roommate would come, but for now, Sarah had a home of her own.

Sarah woke up early, the sun pouring through the apartment window; she stretched lazily and placed her feet, one by one on the floor. Rising from the bed, she tiptoed through the boxes which lay everywhere and put a kettle of water onto boil. Waiting, she glanced over all her possessions, grateful she had the whole day before her. She took a spoon of some instant coffee and put it into the cup. She poured in now boiling water. Stirring the coffee, she tried to decide where to begin. She took a quick sip of coffee and searched her box of books. She looked at the calendar on the wall. Tomorrow, her roommate would come, but for now, Sarah had a home of her own.