Rm 508, Saturday morning

[misshargrove]

It had been a late night, a wonderful late night, and Annette was content to lay curled up and warm and sleep in as late as she wanted, especially with A.J.  Maybe she could talk him into just laying around all day and watching movies and munching on snacks. No need to get up, really. He worked tomorrow; today, hopefully he was free.

Just now

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[weemisshargrove]

Yet. Yes. That was a good way to put it. Aimee could only entertain herself for so long in the park, and then started what she considered quite a grand adventure into finding out where her mommy...or maybe even her daddy, but mommy was the main priority...would be, and then her adventure brought her here.

She tried the door, but no avail.

So there came a very quick flurry of knocking, which went on a lot longer than probably necessary, but she was trying to make it sound like muuuuusic.

[by137]

"...I think someone's knocking at your door," A.J. muttered into Annette's shoulder, oh-so-helpfully. You know, in case she missed the fact that someone had been knocking on her door for almost a minute straight now. But it was her door. She could answer it. Or ignore it. He was okay with ignoring to as he cuddled up closer to her.

[misshargrove]

Annette shot straight up, sheet clinging to her chest. "Wha's that?" Sleep clung to her and she rubbed her eyes, her hair a tousseled mess.

The knocking persisted. "Who?" She glanced down at A.J. and as much as she would just like to lay back down, she dragged a blanket with her, wrapping it around her as she padded quietly to the door, unlocking it and opening it just a crack.

[weemisshargrove]

Aimee bounced a little bit when she noticed the door was about to open, but then wrinkled her nose at the fact that it had opened just barely a crack. Not even enough for her to squeeze through. She tilted her head, trying to look through it. "Mommy? That you? Do I have the right room?"

The small slit of person there looked like Mommy, anyway.