The park, Thursday Morning

[anarchist_queen]

The girl sleeping on the park bench was a lot more comfortable than some might think. In fact she was sleeping better than she had in quite a while. Her head was pillowed on her back pack, the dragon hide duster she wore kept her warm, and there was an open umbrella over her head, held loosely in one hand. It'd been raining when she arrived.

Still it was probably about time for her to get up.

[Open to any and all.]