A body at rest
She's not dozing in front of the fire in the open bar. Really, she's just resting her eyes.
The stack of books at her elbow are not an unfamiliar sight to those who know her, nor is the cup of tea now growing cold.
Her head rests on the overstuffed pillows and she is fighting a valiant fight against the motivation sucking properties of the warm firelight.
All right, she may be losing, but no one tell Captain Ryan.
The stack of books at her elbow are not an unfamiliar sight to those who know her, nor is the cup of tea now growing cold.
Her head rests on the overstuffed pillows and she is fighting a valiant fight against the motivation sucking properties of the warm firelight.
All right, she may be losing, but no one tell Captain Ryan.