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kitchen_maid) wrote2005-11-02 08:57 am
kitchen_maid) wrote2005-11-02 08:57 am
Room 203, 7:30 Wednesday Morning
It was a long night, last night. Amy got in late, and sleep came neither easily nor quickly.
And so, now, even though she's usually up and dressed and busy starting her day by this time, Amy is still curled up in bed, drifting not quite in and not quite out of sleep. Anne has gone off to meet Gilbert for breakfast, and aside from the occasional burst of chatter from the squirrels, the room is still and quiet and peaceful, full of warm sunlight and the soft smell of lavender.
She'll have to get up at some point, and face the day and all it brings.
But not just yet.
And so, now, even though she's usually up and dressed and busy starting her day by this time, Amy is still curled up in bed, drifting not quite in and not quite out of sleep. Anne has gone off to meet Gilbert for breakfast, and aside from the occasional burst of chatter from the squirrels, the room is still and quiet and peaceful, full of warm sunlight and the soft smell of lavender.
She'll have to get up at some point, and face the day and all it brings.
But not just yet.