Tippity taptap tippity tap...
The pittering of the rain on Celia's window and rooftop fell in almost a hypnotizing fashion. Tip tip tappity tip tip tap... She sighed and turned on her desk lamp.  There was so much to do before the morning. Why was the use in trying to sleep, anyway?
Her desk was filled with an array of clutter.  Her opened dresser ( Read more... )