The cabin smelled like cinnamon, grease, and fresh coffee.
Sera stirred slowly, her eyes blinking open to the sound of soft conversation and the clatter of cutlery against ceramic plates. The air was colder than it had been the day before. A thin draft curled through the window beside her bed and she made a mental note to grab some supplies to fix the drafts.
Or, she was going to have to find a whole new place to live, one that wasn't on the ground floor. How could she have forgotten about what was supposed to come next?
Frig. Letting out a low groan, she rolled over on her back and stared up at the ceiling. How was she going to bring up the fact that an ice age was coming in a few months without sounding crazy?
Or did she even want to bring it up in the first place? Maybe she could just go out on her own and find a place to stay. One that was high enough when the tsunami hit that she wouldn't be washed away.
