suitcase from France

At home in the bed in the morning. There is the sound of a small sleepy German town outside, not  the noisiness of a large French town. The sound of rain and the smell of wetness.
Get up, go to the bathroom, then clean the teeth, a strange taste has accrued there during the night. It is gone after a thorough brushing.
Leave the bathroom, the cat is there in an instant, fawning and nuzzling it wants to be fed. Return to the bedroom, then go to the kitchen. Through the kitchen door's window see the four young men in sleeping bags on the floor of the sitting room, they have collapsed there after playing games on their computers for most of the night.

Make a cup of coffee on the little Pavoni machine, try to be silent so as not to awaken the people who  are sleeping.

Feed the cat.

Open the suitcase from France, the clothes still damp from the cave.
Take out the laptop computer, the battery of which failed in France
Plug it in, turn it on.
It works on the mains electricity.

Write these notes, untill the wife awakes.
And gives instructions to fetch croissants and bread from the bakery.

So do that.
Normality again, no caves, no strange towns.