Ten years later:
Sliding the old, thin, yellow-coloured cotton curtains to the sides, Hera pushed the window open and stood watching the sun fall behind the horizon. With the setting sun, the orange-gold stretched far and wide in the sky, mingling with the rolling clouds.
Hera didn't have the clock in her room, so judging by the position of the sun, she guessed the time to be somewhere between six to seven o'clock.
Closing the windows as well as the curtains, she walked to the small dresser placed next to her bed. Her hair was a tangled mess as she spent the afternoon rolling on the bed. She had nothing entertaining to do and was bored to death. She was back in California to spend her summer holidays with family.
