She stood on the porch and she stood on the porch and she stood on the porch, and finally, she turned around, and she walked into the house. She closed to door behind her and turned the lock gently with her thumb until it clicked.
The kitchen was bright and cheery, with red accents on white tile that gleamed as if a meal had never been cooked near it. The teapot stood ready on the table, and she poured herself a mug. The other mug stood empty. She drank her tea, and she poured out the rest from the pot and rinsed it and set it up to dry.
She went into the bathroom, and came out again, now dressed for sleeping. And she laid down in the bed and went to sleep, just like that.