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Cecily had not been keeping her calender very strictly while she was here on the island, but she happened to over hear a few whispers in the crowds about the fact that it was Christmas Eve. Almost Christmas, in fact, considering the darkness of the night sky and the brightness of the moon. Cecily sat against the side of her cabin, looking out onto the frigid waters and listening to the waves crash. The quilt from her bed was wrapped tightly around her body, her eyes feeling as though they had frozen over. But in her lap sat her diary, open to a fresh new page where she could write all the beauty of the moment down in words. She bit her lower lip while looking out for a moment before placing her gaze onto the page and beginning to write:
Dearest Diary,
Today is Christmas Eve and it is quite cold outside. I can hardly see the sea, but I can hear the waves crashing and I do believe that this is the prettiest winter night yet. I have not seen Jim yet today, but I do hope that I will come across him tonight or tomorrow for I have a present for him and I hope he enjoys it. I will be sure to be carrying you around with me so that I may write down his reaction verbatim.
Cecily had a few months ago decided not to write in her diary anymore for she had found it childish, however she eventually came to her senses and realized that she wanted something thrilling to read whilst she sat alone in her cabin, or hut, depending on the time of the year. She did enjoy writing, although she found that she much preferred the company of her fellow friends on the island and did hope to see them all on Christmas Day.
[ooc: It is not that late at night, only around eight and anyone is welcome to tag in. Slow Time and late tags always welcome!]
Dearest Diary,
Today is Christmas Eve and it is quite cold outside. I can hardly see the sea, but I can hear the waves crashing and I do believe that this is the prettiest winter night yet. I have not seen Jim yet today, but I do hope that I will come across him tonight or tomorrow for I have a present for him and I hope he enjoys it. I will be sure to be carrying you around with me so that I may write down his reaction verbatim.
Cecily had a few months ago decided not to write in her diary anymore for she had found it childish, however she eventually came to her senses and realized that she wanted something thrilling to read whilst she sat alone in her cabin, or hut, depending on the time of the year. She did enjoy writing, although she found that she much preferred the company of her fellow friends on the island and did hope to see them all on Christmas Day.
[ooc: It is not that late at night, only around eight and anyone is welcome to tag in. Slow Time and late tags always welcome!]