Jun 04, 2010 00:35
I woke from sleep and stretched, and spent the next few minutes looking up at the ceiling, composing my thoughts on the day.
It was strange how one could settle into routines in a place like this. Working was a defence mechanism, keeping yourself busy so that you don't think of the fact that you're a prisoner here. But it was still strange how one could grow to appreciate the work on its own merits, how one could find comfort on the little things that happened every day.
I smiled. Especially now that I had someone to share them with.
Today was Friday, which meant time spent in the morning at the preschool. Then Zell had promised a picnic lunch. Then some free time in the afternoon, some time helping the IPD, and then more time with Zell in the evening. Other than our work commitments, we were probably monopolizing each other, but I wasn't ready to complain. I was less certain about others around me but, at this point, I really didn't care.
I threw aside the sheet and got out of bed, changing out of my night clothes into a sundress. Ready to face the day, and all of its (hopefully) good surprises, I stepped out the door and hit the path to the Compound.
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