Room 403 [Sunday]
The prediction that she wouldn't sleep well, had turned out to be unfortunately accurate, and it was that which had her awake early and restless the next morning. It was understandable, really. Her quiet weekend had definitely not gone to plan.
Angela curled up on her bed, settling in to customise the the edge of a shirt sleeve with some beads. It gave her something to do that wasn't just sit there and dwell on last night. She was finding she needed these monotonous distractions a lot lately.
So, today, she was planning on staying right here. The idea of leaving the room to figure out if whatever had been going on yesterday had passed yet, or not, wasn't tempting in the slightest.
[[Door's closed, but the post can be oooopen. Again with the 'may be slow' warning.]]
Angela curled up on her bed, settling in to customise the the edge of a shirt sleeve with some beads. It gave her something to do that wasn't just sit there and dwell on last night. She was finding she needed these monotonous distractions a lot lately.
So, today, she was planning on staying right here. The idea of leaving the room to figure out if whatever had been going on yesterday had passed yet, or not, wasn't tempting in the slightest.
[[Door's closed, but the post can be oooopen. Again with the 'may be slow' warning.]]