She wakes just before eight and walks down the stairs. No need for a shower today; she’s not going anywhere.
Breakfast is light, raspberry tea substituting for coffee. The bitter taste makes her want to vomit, which she knows is a stupid overreaction. Still, she needs to cut down on the caffeine, so its herbal or fruit drinks from now on.
She looks up at the calendar. No days have been marked off since her last visit to the gynaecologist. Just over two weeks; no better.
Slowly she stands up and turns, heading towards the stairs.
Back to bed again.