Room 218; Saturday Morning.
Adah knew that there was some place she had to be today. She had to be at the clinic place, not for all the usual tests or anything, but because she actually got to play doctor. There was, of course, a problem in all of this, and that was walking. Even just rolling out of the bed without the aid of her sisters had been tricky, not to mention just getting up off the floor from that point, but she did it. That was the important part. And Adah could use a chain of well placed furniture and walls to reach the door, stretch up with her good arm to open it, and then lean against the wall of the hallway to help her toward the stairs.
When she got to the stairs, however... Adah took one good look at those stairs, decided that they were just so not worth it, and went back to her room. She left the door open because it, like the stairs, was not worth the effort. There were books in the room, after all, and she tore a bunch of them to the floor, watching how they fell through the air and then eventually splayed on the ground with their pages flung in odd ways, like broken limbs, like her limbs when she fell out of bed. When she felt like she had a sufficient amount of books scattering the floor, like rocks in a field, she went to the task of separating them and ordering them meticulously according to size, and then she flopped carelessly (most would say dangerously, but most weren't here right now) on her belly and started to read through them.
She didn't know what almost all the words meant, but that didn't matter. She was making up their meaning as she went along.
[[ door, post, both open! ]]
When she got to the stairs, however... Adah took one good look at those stairs, decided that they were just so not worth it, and went back to her room. She left the door open because it, like the stairs, was not worth the effort. There were books in the room, after all, and she tore a bunch of them to the floor, watching how they fell through the air and then eventually splayed on the ground with their pages flung in odd ways, like broken limbs, like her limbs when she fell out of bed. When she felt like she had a sufficient amount of books scattering the floor, like rocks in a field, she went to the task of separating them and ordering them meticulously according to size, and then she flopped carelessly (most would say dangerously, but most weren't here right now) on her belly and started to read through them.
She didn't know what almost all the words meant, but that didn't matter. She was making up their meaning as she went along.
[[ door, post, both open! ]]