Alice sat down on the floor, and dipped one of her paintbrushes into a jar of brown paint she had sitting next to her current painting. Tomorrow...Should I just send him on his way in the morning? Should I offer him another night's stay? He's so nice... -No, you need to make him go. But he has nowhere to even go... She mentally argued with herself as she made gentle strokes with the paint across the canvas. After an hour or so, she leaned back and yawned. It was late. Slowly standing up, she took a look at her painting. She was drawing the forest. Dark green moss decked the rocks on the forest floor, and crept up the thin trunks of the darkwoods, giving the painting a wild feel. She imagined if Augustus were in the painting. He'd fit right in. She thought. She quickly turned her head away, and quietly walked back down the hall, to the living room. He was passed out on the couch, and the flames in the fireplace were nearly dead. She placed her hand over the few remaining flames, extinguishing them, and making the room go dark. For a few seconds, she watched Augustus's sleeping form, the light of the moon faintly making his face glow. She'd make her decision in the morning. Creeping up the stairs, she yawned again, and made her way to her bedroom. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was fast asleep.
Alice woke up early the next morning. Very early. She quietly made her way down the stairs, careful not to wake Augustus up. He was still asleep, sprawled out over the couch. He was pretty close to falling off. Alice giggled softly as she walked past. Beginning to feel awake, she got right to work. She lit the stove, and as soon as the metal bars covering the flames were hot, she already had 8 eggs cooking in a pan. While they sizzled, she got out two mugs. She was unsure what Augustus usually drank, so she decided to play it safe and give him milk. She began to make a pot of coffee, and went back to tend the eggs. When they were done, she pulled out the last few slices of ham from the icebox, and put them in the same pan the eggs were in. While those were warming up, she poured the coffee into her mug and added milk and sugar to her liking. When everything was cooked, she made up two plates of food, and placed them on the table. She sat down with the book she had been reading yesterday, and continued where she'd left off, taking sips of coffee between pages. She looked down at her lap, and chuckled at the old coffee stains on her white robe. Aside from having a stranger sleeping on her couch, it was a normal morning.
