I don't know what the heck is wrong with me. A sigh escaped Ellen's lips. The lack of sleep was affecting her. She rolled about in bed, attempting to find a comfortable position. By the time it was morning, she had given up on sleeping and washed, dressed, and gone into the restaurant to finish off some paperwork.
It was beyond 9 pm already, and she was keeping herself occupied by reviewing the books and catching up on any emails she had missed. She sighed deeply. It took her two hours from the time she rolled into the office to finish. I wonder if I could go tidy up the kitchen cabinets.
The gentle sound broke into her thoughts, and her alert ears pricked up. When they departed for Italy, she felt the same tingling sensation she had now in the hairs on the back of her neck. Please take this as a caution. When she strained her ears, she discovered the source was the kitchen.
Ellen heard her she-wolf bark, "Go!" and ran out of the house. The wolf inside of her was always right.