The day was just the other day on the island. The sky is blue as well as the ocean on the horizon that was perfectly framed by the window right under her bed's headboard, the white sheer curtain was swaying in the morning breeze, it didn't do much to stop the light from entering the room, it was simply put to have those lights filtered for it is always welcome.
She was still stretching her arms over her head, yawning when she heard a soft knock on the door. Seeing the hand of the clock on her bedside table as a quarter to seven, she knew that it was her mother on the door.
"Come in," she said with a big yawn.
Her mother came in with one of the young helpers that she didn't recognize. She was probably a new hire. The last time she was home, she wasn't one of the helpers. She gave her a bright smile, carrying a big breakfast tray that her mother asked to be put on top of her table, next to another huge window, facing the sea.
