Damon woke up feeling rested.
He stretched once, rubbed his face, and walked barefoot to the kitchen. The house was quiet, only the soft creak of the floorboards under his steps.
He opened the fridge and grabbed a pack of eggs, sandwich bread, and a container of cooked bacon from last night. He set everything on the counter and got to work without much thought.
The pan warmed as he cracked three eggs into a bowl. He beat them lightly with a fork and poured them in once the oil shimmered.
While the eggs cooked, he dropped the bacon into another pan to reheat it and placed two slices of bread into the toaster.
He moved casually, flipping the eggs, stacking the bacon on a plate, and buttering the toast once it popped.
It wasn't anything fancy, but it smelled good, and it was enough.
Behind him, he heard footsteps.
He glanced over his shoulder and saw Svetlana dragging herself into the room with her hair still messy and her eyes half-shut.
