She made herself a quick supper, just some fried eggs on bread, with lots of ketchup. She'd have to get up early, and wanted to be in bed on time.
She sat down at the kitchen table to eat. It was very quiet around her. Usually, the neighbours were rather noisy in the evening.
After her meal, she washed her plate and cup and put them away, wondering why she couldn't hear her canary singing from the other room. Most of the time, it was almost impossible to make it stop.
When she closed the cupboard, she threw a glance out the window, and frowned, feeling suddenly uneasy. Seven o'clock on a summer's day, and already it was getting dark.
She shook her head, dismissed the feeling, and left the kitchen to go upstairs.