Gemma yawned as she slowly opened her eyes. It took her a few seconds to remember where she was as she looked around the room. Her stomach made a growling sound and she sat up on the bed, she has not had anything to eat all day.
She wondered what time it was, looking around the room for a clock. She saw a wall clock at the head of the bed. Five thirty, she had been sleeping for that long?
Gemma stifled another yawn as she came down from the bed, Miguel was not in the room. She padded barefoot to the door she had earlier seen him disappear into before she fell asleep.
Jeez.. the floor was so cold she had to tiptoe. When she entered the tiny room, she saw it was the kitchen. There was a faint aroma as if something had been cooking on the small stove that was in a corner which had a pot on it.
