The couch

"The couch is fine, Rebecca. I've slept on worse places before," I said.

"Well, we'll try to make it as comfortable for you as possible," she promised and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

Not knowing what to do next, I decided to explore the rest of the house. I spent the next few minutes checking everything out before returning to the living room. Mrs. Foreman must be somewhere else. So, I decided to make myself home and watch some TV.

The problem with the summer is that there weren't any new episodes of my favorite shows on. My mom liked to watch political shows, but I'm not a political person.

I turned off the TV and stood up. Before I could do anything else, the doorbell rang. I went to answer it.