Amena jerked awake as ligh streamed into her room.
"Wake up, girl, " her father croaked, hacking loudly around his cigarette that he immediately put between his lips after he spoke. "Make me breakfast."
He pushed the door all the way open until it slammed against the wall.
Amena flinched, scrambling to her feet.
Her father disappeared back up the steps, and she quickly folded the blankets she had been sleeping on so they were in a neat pile.
She followed him up the basement steps and into the kitchen. She could hear the shower running, and she knew she only had a few minutes before he was done. She wanted to be out of his way before then.
She scrambled some eggs and made toast, laying the food presentably onto the plate.