The next day Noah got up and went to the bathroom.
After washing his face, he reached the living room and found his mother lying on the couch. When he approached her, he noticed that she was sleeping patiently.
"Should I wake her up?" He said softly but immediately shook his head.
"No, I must not wake her," After saying this he walked to the kitchen to see if he could find something to eat. Coffee wasn't on the table, so probably no one had made breakfast.
'The party last night must have left everyone with a migraine.' Noah smiled as he prepared some tea and then a bread stuffed with the leftover meat from the day before.
Of course, he warmed the meat first.
After doing so, he sat down at the table alone and ate his coffee slowly while his mother still slept on the couch.