Apr 11, 2010 13:59
Karla had spent most of yesterday in her room, hibernating with a vicious headache. She would wake up long enough to drink some more tea and then go back to sleep. At some point in the evening, she'd noticed that the tea she was drinking was still warm--Gabrielle must have come in and set something up for her. She'd have to thank the girl later for her kindness.
Unfortunately, it had been impossible for her to tell the pounding on her door from the pounding in her head, so she hadn't realized that she'd had any visitors, never mind any visitors of an unusual nature.
The first thing Karla realized when she woke up was that her headache was gone, thank the Darkness. The second thing she realized what that she wasn't alone in her bed--there was someone cuddled up against her, an arm slung over her ribs. The third thing she realized that whoever was in bed with her was awfully small.
She flailed a bit, trying to disentangle herself from whoever was in bed with her, trying to remember anything that could explain...this.
The sleeping moppet behind her opened up one blue eye and grumbled, "Dun wanna wake up yet, Mommy. I'm sleepy."
Hell's fire, Mother Night, and may the Darkness be merciful.
[Open for wee kidlets and friends alike.]
who: ben skywalker,
where: room 218,
event: future kids,
what: parenting's synonymous with terror,
who: jaenelle mara skywalker,
who: dinah lance,
who: karla