The next morning Shrunk in an airport chapter 7 by Louka31

You eventually fall asleep lying in darkness despite the hardness of the wood. You wake to hear Fatimah come in. She staggers through the doorway, hammered and goes straight upstairs into her room. The noises go away as you assume she passes out on her bed.

You drift back to sleep, waking in the morning. You wait, stranded on the mantel until you hear your new “owner” come down the stairs well past noon. Her hair disheveled, wearing the same clothes from the day before, hungover. She goes straight into the kitchen to grab some food and drink. With a cup of coffee and a plate full of something, she walks out, distraught by the brightly lit combined living and dining where you have been and sits down at her dining room table to eat.