Darker London

Adelaide blinked uncomfortably against the early morning light and realised that she'd fallen asleep in front of her computer at some point, the screen in front still glowing and asking her did she really want to log out of facebook? She closed the lid of her laptop instead of answering that complicated question and then stood up, taking note of which muscles she'd angered by her sleep habits.

Stretching her neck as she walked, Adelaide made her way down the stairs and into the kitchen, the only person awake on a Saturday morning. Were it a Sunday, her grandparents would be going out to church - occasionally with Darcy in tow - but Saturday was always a quiet and late start for the household.

( As the kettle heated itself up on the stovetop, Adelaide sat down )