My Home, My Prison

I was starving. I couldn't remember the last time I had eaten. Maybe breakfast in first class? Or was it dinner? All my perfectly planned out water and snack stops had been killed by the changing and the running and the crazy. I had been up to over 24 hours and I couldn't remember the last time I had eaten. Mrs. Crazy sat me down at the dining room table and set a plate down in front of me. There was a slab of lamb, and what appeared to be two very large peppers with their insides gushing out. I did what would become routine and mixed it all together, closed my eyes, and started shoveling it into my mouth. As soon as I had put away as much as I could she must have seen the dead look in my eyes because she told me I should go rest. No argument here.
Apparently, originally I was supposed to stay in the laundry room where the housekeeping couple was now staying. But they had just recently acquired the couple and so I was moved to the couch. But, lucky me, their friends were gone to the city, so for a precious few days, I could stay in their place. We went to the summer house right next door,"Here is the key. Do not go up the stairs. There is alarm. You stay here. There are sheets." And then she left. It looked like there house and I was relegated to the tiny room of the main area. There was some sort of couch in the corner that I could turn in to a bed with a pile of sheets. There was a bedside table with three controllers and an unplugged television in one corner. I went on and made my bed, knowing that was the most energy I would have all day.
I sighed and slumped onto the bed. It was 4 Greek time, so it was 9am home time. If I could stay up until bed tonight then it would extremely help with my jet lag.
So the next logical thing to do would be to take a shower. I looked at the floor where my suitcase should be and tried to figure out what I had. I was wearing a black skirt and nice shirt. I had aa tee shirt and sweatpants rolled up in my bag. I had no soap, no towels and I was scared to touch anything that wasn't mine. Hmmmm. So I took a shower without soap and toweled off with my sweatpants. It was hot. Really hot. And there was no air conditioning. I just wanted lay there in my underwear and go to sleep. But something told me the Crazy family aren't the type to knock so I pulled my gross clothes back on and laid down to play the Sims.