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wrongkindofsith) wrote2012-10-21 03:36 am
wrongkindofsith) wrote2012-10-21 03:36 am
Room 615, The Arms, Saturday Morning
So there was a bed, a warm and soft bed, that while being so warm and so soft Cara hadn't wanted to get up wasn't her and Grace's bed, and the room wasn't their room either.
Also, the bed and the room were much bigger than hers and Grace's, maybe not as big as their whole home was, but close, and the walls looked like they were plastered like the school room was but if it was a school room, then why was there a bed?
So there was a very puzzled Cara perched cross-legged on the bed, trying to think this through.
[Open if you'd have a reason to be around.]
Also, the bed and the room were much bigger than hers and Grace's, maybe not as big as their whole home was, but close, and the walls looked like they were plastered like the school room was but if it was a school room, then why was there a bed?
So there was a very puzzled Cara perched cross-legged on the bed, trying to think this through.
[Open if you'd have a reason to be around.]