The early, gentle rays of the sun woke Lariette up the next morning. Rolling lazily on the mattress, she forced herself out of bed and stretched her limbs.
The clock pointed to a quarter past six. The needles ticked in a steady rhythm.
Outside, the summer sun had already showered the tranquil village under its lights, but the area was still generally dim.
Most residents were already awake, ready to start the last weekday before the weekend arrived tomorrow.
'So sleepy...'
After washing her face, Lariette headed out of the bedroom. She wore a thin cardigan over her nightgown. The hem lightly brushed her calves as she walked.
The morning air was cool, better and fresher than the air in the city. Lariette quietly walked down the hallway, her eyes darting to the closed door of Ruediger's bedroom.
'Still sleeping, I guess.'
Lariette recalled Ruediger's injured back. She hoped the bruise didn't worsen overnight. If that happened, she had, absolutely, had to drag him to the doctor.
