That morning, I woke up a little before 6am and felt completely healthy, despite my nightly adventure. I lay in bed a little while looking around. This was probably the last night I had spent here. although I was looking forward to moving up to the pack, after all, this was my childhood room. The wallpaper was old, once it was sky blue with flowers and rabbits everywhere, now it had faded and yellowed, I had never allowed Dad to change it. For my mother had chosen it while she was waiting for me. In the gable was a window and under it stood my desk, with my writing cases and a few books. The chair was about to be worn, but I had loved it, I had chosen it myself as my first big girl's furniture. Next to it was a dresser with a beautiful dollhouse. My dad had hired a carpenter in the village
