It's about time --3am(Tag Tyr, then eventually Juliet)
Margaret couldn't sleep. She tried to be careful and quiet, trying not to wake Tyr getting up for the fourth time that night. She put on robe and slippers and padded into the nursery and turning on the light, taking a cloth to the furniture in case some dust had settled on it in the last fifteen minutes. She checked and re-folded and rearranged the little clothes and supplies and diapers, straightened the perfectly straight wall hangings, adjusted the position of the mobiles. Then she sat down on the rocker and rocked and just looked the nursery over for a few minutes, but soon restlessness made her get up and check again for possible, dirt, dust, or disorganization.
And every five minutes or so, a heavy squeezing sensation would make her pause and just breathe for a while, then it was back to the tinkering-- the restless need to make certain things were as near perfectly ready as they could be.
And every five minutes or so, a heavy squeezing sensation would make her pause and just breathe for a while, then it was back to the tinkering-- the restless need to make certain things were as near perfectly ready as they could be.