Room 322, Saturday Midday
Sep. 5th, 2009 01:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
living_endlessDidi slept late on Saturday, feeling it was her right as both a teenage girl and as an entity that usually didn't bother with sleep.
She'd been mortal a week, now. It had been a good week. She had a job; she had a few people who seemed like they might turn into friends; she had classes she didn't hate. She wasn't sure how much longer she'd stay, but as long as she could, the island felt like it would pass as home.
And hey, she noted as she opened her eyes -- someone or something had even decorated her room for her (though, oddly, all of the balloons and streamers in this room were black or white). She opened the door to find a bouquet of white roses.
Grinning, she took them and sat back on her bed, leaving the door open. If she had flowers from a secret admirer, they were getting turned into a garland for her hair.
[Open will-be-a-linkdrop-someday post of happy birthday, game. I'll be on and off most of today.]
She'd been mortal a week, now. It had been a good week. She had a job; she had a few people who seemed like they might turn into friends; she had classes she didn't hate. She wasn't sure how much longer she'd stay, but as long as she could, the island felt like it would pass as home.
And hey, she noted as she opened her eyes -- someone or something had even decorated her room for her (though, oddly, all of the balloons and streamers in this room were black or white). She opened the door to find a bouquet of white roses.
Grinning, she took them and sat back on her bed, leaving the door open. If she had flowers from a secret admirer, they were getting turned into a garland for her hair.
[Open will-be-a-linkdrop-someday post of happy birthday, game. I'll be on and off most of today.]
