Follow the trees

"Christina. You best get up, the folks are just rollin' in. They need coffee." Your dad says opening your bedroom door.
"So do I."
Your dad chuckles. "I'll be happy to make you a cup. That is if you get downstairs in ten minutes."
You jump up. "Alrighty, I reckin' I'll keep you to that promise."
"See you downstairs."
A couple of years ago your dad splurged on this house. It had three stories, along with the restaurant downstairs.
You go to your closet. As you crack the wooden door open, your hear the loud creeeaaak. You wonder what you should wear.