random Manor Hallway, Padget and OTA
The soft sound of her slippers on the smooth tiles should have been odd -- what was she doing out in the hallway in only her slippers, anyway? But Padget wasn't alarmed. Sleepy, still, she pressed her fist to her mouth to contain the yawn. Babies crying had kept her up last night. New neighbors, maybe. She'd dreamed of taking care of the boy, lifting him for a cuddle.
Padget laughed to herself. She was a long way off from having babies. Had to find a man, first, though that delicious Craig Burke from the fourth floor was looking pretty palatable.
Maybe she was on her way to do laundry, or down to the Mocha for a coffee...maybe she was wandering in her slippers. But for Padget, this lack of certainty didn't register as more than the teeniest bit of strangeness.
Until the floor tilted, just a little, as she neared the elevator.
She stopped, off balance, and put a hand to her forehead.
Why had she dreamed of babies? And why was she in the hallway in her slippers?