The Bounding Line

Day Three: To Do List

The sound of tree branches hitting the window above Alison's head after every breeze, didn't help her fall asleep.

The constant scratching did in fact distract her from everything else going on right now. She sat up from the bed, and made her way to the bathroom. Using the water from the sink she splashed her face, refreshing her mind.

She stretched, figuring she wouldn't get any sleep tonight, and probably wouldn't for a while.

Walking down stairs, each stair making what seemed like a louder cream then the last, Alison stopped at the bottom of the stairs, using the natural moonlight to guide her path. She made her way to the bookshelf behind the couch.

Alison searched the bookshelf for an empty notebook of any kind. Aha, there it was, just a simple lined notebook, just what she needed to make a to-do list. If there was anything that Alison enjoyed the most, it was a to-do list. Something that has every thing laid out for her, just simple words on paper, and pencil for the satisfaction of crossing it out after she had completed the task.

She pulled the book from the shelf, making sure no other books would go with it. Alison made her way to the kitchen, figuring one of the drawers would have to be a junk drawer, what typical house doesn't have a junk drawer.

She opened drawer by drawer, searching for a pencil, pen, or even a crayon.

It must've been her lucky day, because sure enough, after opening about ten different drawers and cabinets, she had found a drawer full of random objects that would eventually come in handy.

Random tools, candles, flashlights, a first aid kit, mini fire extinguisher, very small knifes, batteries, and even a pack of pencils.

Alison grabbed a pencil, and headed back upstairs. She felt too vulnerable downstairs, although all the curtains and blinds were closed, she felt like at any moment she could be ambushed and killed. For some reason sixteen stairs between her and the front door felt like plenty of protection.

She sat back on the bed, her legs criss crossed, and the notebook and pencil in her hands.

She flipped the page open and started to make her list.

To Do:

- Cut tree branch
- Make/find weapons
- Reorganize house
- Start garden and compost
- Find others?

The fifth bullet on her to do list was a hopeful bullet. Was there even anyone left on earth? Maybe this was just an American thing, maybe it was even just a few states. Maybe she could find someone else. Starting day light her adventures would begin, but for now there was one thing she could do, and that would require her to go downstairs.

First thing she could accomplish on her to do list, reorganize the house. The easiest room to start with would be the kitchen.

Although the kitchen had everything she needed, everything was oddly placed. For example, everyone knows you want the utensils to be placed in the easiest drawer to access.

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After a bit of reorganization, Alison had managed to move all the kitchen ware. She took out the first aid kit from the junk drawer, figuring she could place it in one place with the stuff she got from the gas station.

Behind the stair was a little nook that had the perfect place for her first aid things. One by one she placed every bandage and medicine on the counter space, admiring her work.

Kitchen and first aid area, done.

The dining room and half bathroom had nothing to organize or change.

Alison walked into the living room, deciding she'd move some furniture around. She didn't like the fact that the couch was in front of the bookshelf, it gave the impression that the book shelf was just something off in the background, when in reality it was a beautiful bookshelf full of classic books.

Alison struggled to lift the couch enough to get it over the rug placed in front of it. Once she got the first corner over the rug, she managed to push it across the room, turning it to face the bookshelf.

Ta da! Alison sighed, sitting on the couch to take a breather.

A few hours had passed, and you could slightly tell the difference in the sky that the moon was taking its place under the mountains, and the sun was taking it's shift.

Alison laid her head on the arm rest of the couch, closing her eyes, telling herself that she would just take a short power nap, and she'd wake up in twenty minutes.