The next time that Rose woke up was when the sun was shining, and the happy birds were chirping. She sat up in bed and stretched her arms up over her head.
“After a night like that, I could use some coffee.”
Rose pushed her flowered blanket off of her and got up out of bed. The wood floor was a little cool to her bare feet. Later when she unpacks, she will put one of her throw rugs down to take care of that. She unzipped one of her suitcases and dug out a t-shirt and a pair of leggings. With some deodorant and other essentials, she carried her clothes to the bathroom.
Considering last night was her first night in the house by herself, rose felt happy and energetic. She walked out of the bathroom humming that little tune that she thought she heard yesterday. It must be a song that grandma taught me, she thought. She tossed her nightgown on her bed as she walked by her room. Then trotted down the stairs and into the kitchen.
In one of the boxes in the kitchen, Rose pulled out her coffee maker and coffee. She looked at the counter by the stove and decided to plug it in there. Grandma’s teacups are already in that cupboard so why not, she thought. While she waited for her coffee to brew, she opened up the back door.
She looked out the screen door to the backyard and saw an orange tabby cat. It ran toward the cornfield that belongs to the neighbor about a mile down the road. As she was focused on the cat, she heard a sound come from the basement. She turned her head to look at the door. Rose never liked the basement.
She put her ear up against the door hoping that she could hear it again. It was that music that she heard yesterday when Mrs. Miller was there. And the tune that she was humming this morning.
“Is there a radio down there?” She backed up from the door. “Well, I’ll check it out, but not before my coffee.”
Rose took one of the teacups from the drying rack and set it on the counter. The sugar jar that was sitting near, she slid over. The coffee was almost done but she couldn’t wait any longer. She pour the freshly brewed coffee into the cup and inhaled. There’s nothing better than the smell of freshly brewed coffee, she thought.
She put two teaspoons of sugar in her coffee and carried it to the kitchen table. Stirring her coffee she thought, the first thing I will do today will be to investigate the basement. Then I have to get everything unpacked. Rose sat back in the chair and enjoyed her cup of delight.
Only a few minutes passed and she heard the music coming from the basement again. Okay, let’s do this, Rose thought. She put her cup down and headed toward the basement door. She stood there looking at the door and slowly reached for the knob.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of, it’s only a basement,” Rose turned the knob and opened the door.
Just as she hit the light switch the music stopped. She stared down the stairs, you can do this, she thought. Rose carefully stepped down the wooden stairs into the basement. It was cool and had a musty smell, and there was stuff everywhere. She looked around and saw old wood shelving units with grandma’s canning jars all lined up. There was even a potting table down there with a couple of small bags of soil on it.
She looked around some more and peeked in a couple of boxes that looked like military stuff. This must be grandpa’s old stuff, she thought. Over on another pile of boxes was a radio.
“Hey, are you the culprit that has been playing?” Rose picked it up and examined it. “The switch is off, and you are not plugged in… strange. Well, I don’t see any other.”
Rose took the radio with her and trotted back up the stairs.
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