CATNIP KARTH. (stoutheart) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-04-11 16:07:00 |
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The moon was high in the night sky, light peering through the open window and spilling across bed and floor alike, but Cressida couldn't sleep. She'd tried, even attempted warm milk before slipping back into the safety of her bed and finding she was too restless. There were too many thoughts coursing through her mind, one after the other, that it was becoming difficult to keep track of them, but inevitably her mind settled on one that lingered far too long. |