Room 302 [Saturday morning]
Celia, who was a late riser by nature, was even less inclined than usual to get out of bed this morning. And that seemed entirely excusable -- she'd stayed up quite late the night prior, after all, and it was Saturday, and Saturdays were meant for sleeping in a bit. Particularly when one had someone to sleep in with, as she was discovering.
Given the circumstances -- namely, how utterly content she was to just doze here with Ichabod all morning -- it seemed entirely reasonable to Celia that that rather annoying knocking she thought she might hear was just part of her dream, and ought to be ignored.
Except it wasn't part of her dream, and it was only going to get more insistent.
[you all know where this is headed. for the boy and one other!]
Given the circumstances -- namely, how utterly content she was to just doze here with Ichabod all morning -- it seemed entirely reasonable to Celia that that rather annoying knocking she thought she might hear was just part of her dream, and ought to be ignored.
Except it wasn't part of her dream, and it was only going to get more insistent.
[you all know where this is headed. for the boy and one other!]