Room 515, Evening
After everything that afternoon, Charlie just wanted to fall asleep and wake up right on the cliff. It would make her life easier, if that meant going back to the complications she had had to live with.
It was her logic, and it worked. Most of the time.
But no, she wasn't even falling asleep. She was, perhaps imsonmiac. Or just felt way to guilty to close her eyes for more than a few seconds. It had been dangerous. What if she had been looking at the dorms when it happened? Or at Ariel? Or if they weren't alone? There was just so much for her to feel relaxed enough to rest.
The light wasn't even off, and her door, while cracked, hadn't been closed once. The only person that would most likely go in and out was Leda, who could judge Charlie all she wanted. Even if she wouldn't --which, actually, was a bit irritating, but whatever.
She had to wonder if the graveyard wasn't really comfy enough for her to go back there.
[[Post open, door cracked. Beware the grumpy (yet harmless) pyrokinetic.]]
It was her logic, and it worked. Most of the time.
But no, she wasn't even falling asleep. She was, perhaps imsonmiac. Or just felt way to guilty to close her eyes for more than a few seconds. It had been dangerous. What if she had been looking at the dorms when it happened? Or at Ariel? Or if they weren't alone? There was just so much for her to feel relaxed enough to rest.
The light wasn't even off, and her door, while cracked, hadn't been closed once. The only person that would most likely go in and out was Leda, who could judge Charlie all she wanted. Even if she wouldn't --which, actually, was a bit irritating, but whatever.
She had to wonder if the graveyard wasn't really comfy enough for her to go back there.
[[Post open, door cracked. Beware the grumpy (yet harmless) pyrokinetic.]]