She picked a few things she liked and ate while watching the gloomy sky outside the window.
The dark clouds pressed on the horizon, as if it was about to rain. The wind outside was strong, blowing in gusts, making a "whoo whoo" sound.
These days, she sometimes handled some work-related matters, but she wanted to go home more.
The hospital room was too lonely, too quiet, and she wasn't used to such solitude.
The baby in her belly kicked her, and she had to stroke her belly: "Baby, be good. I'll tell you a story after we finish eating, or we can watch a movie."
She picked up the tablet again. This kind of weather was really suitable for curling up and watching movies.
She picked out a nice movie and watched it with the baby while having breakfast.
She was kind of looking forward to the baby being born early so she could watch movies while holding the little one. The little one would surely be lively and restless in her arms.
