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Post by WILLOW AABERG on Nov 28, 2019 16:56:38 GMT -5
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“Another story! Another story! Another one!” Rufio chimed and Willow tilted her head to the side. “Well, I just don’t know that I know another story!” she said her eyes widening with pretend confusion. “There are only three whole stories in the world and I told you all of them already!” A grin spread across her face while Rufio worked out that she was only teasing him and he went to his bookshelf to grab another book. Even if he made it through this book, the warm milk and the bath would kick in soon and he’d drift into dreamland.
Watching Rufio was the easiest job in the world. He was the best kid she knew and really good at finding almost anything she suggested as entertaining. They had painted pictures, and built a fort house to watch a movie in, ate pizza on the floor, had a bath, and now it was story time and bedtime. TAJ AABERG and POPPY PADDINGTON could be out doing whatever, they could be sleeping a well deserved nap, and Willow would come over to watch Rufio anytime they asked.
Not more than halfway through the story he had fallen asleep. She closed the book quietly, pulled the covers up to his little chin, and turned off the light, leaving of course the important night light on so he could his way to the bathroom if the milk got him earlier than morning. He was little afterall, nighttime trips to the bathroom weren’t uncommon.
Willow herself was ready to enjoy her own night in the lighthouse. She was already in her most comfortable pair of sweats, fuzzy socks, and a tee-shirt. She made herself some tea, grabbed a few cookies, and settled into the couch with a cozy blanket and her book. Willow could spend hours reading, getting lost in the pages of her fictional world. Reading was about the only thing that could keep her awake for the rest of the night forgetting when the sun would rise.
Had it been hours or days? Maybe even minutes, but a knock came at the front of the door. Willow let her eyes finish the paragraph she was on before getting up. Willow supposed that it was not unusual for people to come to the lighthouse thinking it might still be open. Unwrapping, reluctantly, from the blanket she made her way to the door when it knocked again. A patron? Looking at her watch she realized it was actually quite late to have someone coming to think they may get anything from Poppy’s business. “Lock yourself out of the lighthouse?” she said opening the door expecting to find Taj and Poppy maybe a little drunk and unable to get in. She’d seen it happen before, keys and magic to unlock doors got really hard when you were drunk.
What she did not expect to find was the person in front of her. “Can I help you?” she corrected standing up straighter. Her smile had dropped to a more neutral face until she could figure out who the man standing outside the lighthouse at nearly midnight wanted. Willow after all had a child to protect.
Watching Rufio was the easiest job in the world. He was the best kid she knew and really good at finding almost anything she suggested as entertaining. They had painted pictures, and built a fort house to watch a movie in, ate pizza on the floor, had a bath, and now it was story time and bedtime. TAJ AABERG and POPPY PADDINGTON could be out doing whatever, they could be sleeping a well deserved nap, and Willow would come over to watch Rufio anytime they asked.
Not more than halfway through the story he had fallen asleep. She closed the book quietly, pulled the covers up to his little chin, and turned off the light, leaving of course the important night light on so he could his way to the bathroom if the milk got him earlier than morning. He was little afterall, nighttime trips to the bathroom weren’t uncommon.
Willow herself was ready to enjoy her own night in the lighthouse. She was already in her most comfortable pair of sweats, fuzzy socks, and a tee-shirt. She made herself some tea, grabbed a few cookies, and settled into the couch with a cozy blanket and her book. Willow could spend hours reading, getting lost in the pages of her fictional world. Reading was about the only thing that could keep her awake for the rest of the night forgetting when the sun would rise.
Had it been hours or days? Maybe even minutes, but a knock came at the front of the door. Willow let her eyes finish the paragraph she was on before getting up. Willow supposed that it was not unusual for people to come to the lighthouse thinking it might still be open. Unwrapping, reluctantly, from the blanket she made her way to the door when it knocked again. A patron? Looking at her watch she realized it was actually quite late to have someone coming to think they may get anything from Poppy’s business. “Lock yourself out of the lighthouse?” she said opening the door expecting to find Taj and Poppy maybe a little drunk and unable to get in. She’d seen it happen before, keys and magic to unlock doors got really hard when you were drunk.
What she did not expect to find was the person in front of her. “Can I help you?” she corrected standing up straighter. Her smile had dropped to a more neutral face until she could figure out who the man standing outside the lighthouse at nearly midnight wanted. Willow after all had a child to protect.
nudge for changes, love!
willow lives here now.
willow lives here now.
| AUSTIN BROOKS | wearing: gray sweats, fuzzy purple socks, white tee-shirt |
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