Room 213 | Saturday Morning
New Year's Eve was supposed to be a night of renewal to prepare for the coming year and possibly get drunk and disorderly with loved ones. Which meant Caroline had spent the early part of the morning down at the spa, getting the complete treatment for skin, hair, and nails. What, it made sense in her mind.
Feeling a sense of body renewal, she returned to her room and decided it needed to find itself again, too. Which meant putting away all her laundry (ugh), reorganizing her desk for the coming school semester, and trying to stuff Jake's things back in his duffel bag on the floor of her closet.
With a frown, she wondered when he'd gotten so much of it in her room to the point where that closet door seemed to require a bit of her vampire strength to be wedged shut.
Oops, so that slam was kind of loud, but the task was complete and her room looked spectacular again. Other than the recycling bin that seemed to overflow with old magazines.
[Oooopen door/post, potentially slow as it is LOTR marathon day.]
Feeling a sense of body renewal, she returned to her room and decided it needed to find itself again, too. Which meant putting away all her laundry (ugh), reorganizing her desk for the coming school semester, and trying to stuff Jake's things back in his duffel bag on the floor of her closet.
With a frown, she wondered when he'd gotten so much of it in her room to the point where that closet door seemed to require a bit of her vampire strength to be wedged shut.
Oops, so that slam was kind of loud, but the task was complete and her room looked spectacular again. Other than the recycling bin that seemed to overflow with old magazines.
[Oooopen door/post, potentially slow as it is LOTR marathon day.]