Room 528 - Late Afternoon

[provostsdog]

For once, Beka had gotten a fictional book from the library. One about a detective with a moustache. Twas captivating enough and Beka found herself using the clues to figure out who the killer was. Mayhap these books for entertainment weren't as bad as she'd thought they might be. She appeared to be engrossed enough as she lay propped against the headboard of her bed, Pounce curled up on her stomach.

The door was slightly open and while she liked the book, she'd not mind an interruption.

[Open, of course!]