Leaving her room behind her, Taylor made her way out into the hallway. Their cabin, while bigger than the one Mark and Deb were staying in, was still rather small.
No, not small... Taylor thought, glancing towards the set of double doors that led out to the jacuzzi. More... cosy. Yeah, cosy.
Turning away from the jacuzzi, where she could hear a few giggles, Taylor wandered into the other room in the cabin. She wasn't quite sure what to call it, as it was an odd mixture between a living room, a dining room and a small kitchen.
I guess this is the living corner, Taylor thought, collapsing into an old sofa and sending up a cloud of dust. Coughing, she waved the dust away and inspected the rest of the room. Opposite her, in what was now the 'Dining Corner', sat a table with four chairs set around it. And on the other side of the room was the kitchen, complete with an old stove, a fridge-freezer combination and a sink. As I said, cosy!
Remaining on the sofa and staring out an adjacent window at the sun, which was setting behind the nearby forest, Taylor's silence was soon broken by a grumble. Glancing down at her svelte belly, she sighed.
"Well, suppose it was bound to happen sooner or later... Well, let's see what we brought with us".
Bouncing to her feet, she made her way towards a bag that had been unceremoniously dumped in the table. Unzipping it, she was met with various food stuffs, ranging from cans of soup to a freezer box filled with meat. Leaving the meat alone, she pulled out a loaf of bread, some cheese and a bit of ham and, ingredients cradled in her arms, made her way into the kitchen side of the room. Spreading her ingredients atop the stove, Taylor went about making herself a sandwich. It wasn't the most extravagant of meals, but it was simple and delicious.
"And... perfect!" Taylor announced, dropping a slice of bread atop her meal, completing it. "Should store this stuff in the fridge, make sure it doesn't spoil... Huh?"
Pulling open the fridge, which she had expected to be empty, Taylor was met by a couple of plates, both stacked with various treats. She could see cookies, brownies, doughnuts... All delicious looking, and probably very heavy on calories. And yet, compared to her simple ham and cheese sandwich...
A cookie or two wouldn't go amiss, would it? Taylor thought, grabbing a couple of cookies from the plate nearest her...
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