When I got back to the kitchen, Helen was still in one of the back rooms, attending to her mother I supposed. I placed the kettle on the stove and lit the flame. I sat back on my stool and waited for it to boil. I heard murmuring coming from the other side of the plaster wall.
In the morning, I stare at where I left off for a good five minutes. The plot lines are out the window now, but feeling like I have more direction than ever. Now to get going for the new day.