Kitty stirred from hearing Cindy open the bedroom door. "Cindy, what can I do for you?" She kept her eyes closed.
"I brought you some tea that will help you sleep more." Cindy had waited the five minutes before coming upstairs.
Kitty opened her eyes and looked at the teapot, "Carlos made tea but I already had some this morning. Are you guys trying to make me consume something to put me to sleep? I don't mind but honestly, you guys are worrying too much." Kitty sat up and waited as Cindy poured the tea and handed it to her.
"Sorry, it's just that you are so tired and you still need to recover so we came up with the idea of slipping in some sleeping powder. I wanted you to rest properly."
"It's okay, I understand the reasoning behind it. As long as the baby will be fine I do not mind." Kitty sipped on the tea and about halfway through the cup, she started to feel the effects of the sleeping powder.
“Originally, the cellar served primarily as a coal store. Today it holds the boiler, idle suitcases, out-of-season sporting equipment, and many sealed cardboard boxes that are almost never opened but are always carefully transferred from house to house with every move in the belief that one day someone might want some baby clothes that have been kept in a box for twenty-five years.”
― Bill Bryson, At Home: A Short History of Private Life