Ilona had hoped to sleep in late the next day, exhausted after so long at sea. She had known it wasn't going to happen though. With so many younger siblings the house began to grow slowly louder from the moment the sun came up.
Rolling over she groaned and pulled her pillow over her head. She would swear being on a pirate ship with more than thirty men was quieter than this house. The ocean during a storm was probably quieter.
The downside to being away at sea for so long was when she returned home it took some time to adjust. There were no longer strict routines to be followed and hard work always waiting to be done. Even just having good, fresh food available to eat whenever she wanted was something that took some getting used to again.
Pillow blocking out some of the noise and any light managing to slip in through the curtains, Ilona dozed off again.
