Room 306, Tuesday Morning
"Wake up."
"Go'way."
"Gotta get up, squirt, else you don't get your present."
"Present?"
"Remember, dummy, it's your birthday. 'Course if you don't want it..."
"I'm up! I'm up!"
"Here."
"It's a rock."
"It's not a rock, it's a whetstone."
"You're giving me a rock?"
"Don't tell them I said but it goes with Mama and Papa's present."
"Really?"
"Maybe..."
Waking from habit rather than an alarm, Callisto padded over to her desk, shaking her head to clear away the last remnants of the dream. She sat down and picked up the old, worn whetstone acting as a paperweight. Lost in thought, she rubbed her thumb across the ground in groove running along its surface.
"Go'way."
"Gotta get up, squirt, else you don't get your present."
"Present?"
"Remember, dummy, it's your birthday. 'Course if you don't want it..."
"I'm up! I'm up!"
"Here."
"It's a rock."
"It's not a rock, it's a whetstone."
"You're giving me a rock?"
"Don't tell them I said but it goes with Mama and Papa's present."
"Really?"
"Maybe..."
Waking from habit rather than an alarm, Callisto padded over to her desk, shaking her head to clear away the last remnants of the dream. She sat down and picked up the old, worn whetstone acting as a paperweight. Lost in thought, she rubbed her thumb across the ground in groove running along its surface.