Nothing but routine for Karla today. Her hands closed around a shirt, squeezing the water and soap out of it which fell into a bucket. The broken clothes dryer stood on the other side of the room.
Karla hanged the shirt and made her way to the kitchen to get started with breakfast... 'вы is still sleeping?'
She steps towards the sink, washing her hands and then going to the fridge. Just some veggies and meat inside the fridge. "It's cold outside, so maybe just some soup" She picks the veggies, setting them down then filling up a pot with water. 30 minutes forward the veggies are already cut and inside the pot, sharing space with the meat. "I should wake him up" With that thought Karla walks to the stairs, making her way up and knocking on вы's door. "Master" She knocks a few more times and getting no response she opens the door, finding вы still deep asleep. "Master, breakfast is almost ready" Karla looks at вы.. Her heart is acting strange again, why is it thumping so hard agaisn't her chest? Maybe she'd really have to get an appointment? Karla shakes her head, she can do that later. She reaches out then starts shaking вы's shoulder. "Master, wake up, the food is gonna get cold" She insists.
