The sun shone through her curtained window when Samantha next woke. Back up a second. Since when did she have curtains? Looking at her window, she saw that yes indeed, there were now beautiful billowy white drapes framing her window. A delighted giggle escaped as she tried to picture Sinclair balancing on a ladder to hang them. It was touching to know that he cared enough to make her living space more feminine for her. Maybe she should hint about a rug. Those cold stone floors were brutal when she had to use the bathroom in the middle of the night.
Her sleepy catter yawned and stretched. She cocked her little head as she watched Samantha slowly ease herself up. This time when she stood, she didn't keel over. It was a wobbly walk to the bathroom and she needed a rest by the time she finished, but she managed it.