I sat up in bed and threw my legs off the side and just sat there shaking off the sleep. Coffee was going to be my first priority, immediately after getting dressed. I found my bag and threw on the first pair of jeans I found, and a t-shirt. I shuffled out into the living area and took stock of my surroundings. I saw the files on the bar, and on the kitchen counter, a coffee maker. Mumbling yes to myself, I walked over and started checking cabinets for filters and coffee. Finding some, I started the pot and went to check out the rest of the place. I had two couches facing each other with a table between them, and a pretty nice TV hanging on the wall. The kitchen had a microwave and a toaster along with the coffee pot, as well as a built in stove and fridge. Not much in the way of food was left, and I assumed it was all taken down to the mess hall, which was the Navy term for cafeteria. I was surprised the coffee survived, as that was liquid gold on board a ship. Once the coffee was done, I poured a cup and headed back into the bedroom.
