|Eloise Stamp (stampitout) wrote in immune_ic,|
@ 2011-11-07 22:12:00
|Entry tags:||# 2011  november, ellie|
WHO: Eloise & Bailey
WHERE: NY Public Library.
WHEN: 7th of November, midday.
RATING: Uhhh PG.
Or, to be more specific --
She wasn't sleeping at all.
Last night had been the second she'd spent up, pacing silently up and down the rows of now dusty and cobwebbed books. The first night hadn't been so bad, really; Ellie had gotten used to having trouble staying asleep in the library. For some reason, even as she grew more and more used to the people here, at night being near them was too strange. She needed time to herself -- just to think. Process. Somehow that had warped into never keeping her eyes closed for more than two hours, as if she were back out on the streets again, and then into not sleeping at all.
But all of that caught up to a girl eventually, just like it'd catch up to anyone.
Which was why Ellie was asleep on her feet right now.
She'd leaned her back up against the wall for just a moment, which had been enough for her eyes to close and her head to begin sagging down toward her chest. Now and again she'd slip too far forward and then jerk back again on her heels, startled, before quietly slipping away again.