sam_mm (sam_mm) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2008-11-02 21:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | icene, ota, very bad week |
Laundry room, late afternoon, Icene, OTA/MW
Icene had found herself sleeping a lot the last couple of days, coming home from work on Friday she'd had Chinese in her apartment, with a bottle of wine, and an early night, alone. Yesterday she'd cleaned and cleaned and cleaned, changing sheets, towels, sorting through her wardrobe and dresser, and bagging some stuff for donation to the local women's refuge. Today was laundry day though, and she hefted the two large bags, one in each hand, and pack-muled her way down to the laundry.
She wasn't really thinking, or watching, but she could feel something watching her, and with the ice having been on surge all weekend, it wasn't hard to let a little of it go, reducing the temperature in the stairwell by rather more than just a few degrees. The sense of being watched faded as she descended.... Once in the laundry room she sorted clothes into washers, loaded towels and sheets into a third, and then bagged all the delicates into net bags by set, before loading them into a fourth machine. Setting each of them running she sat down in a chair and wondered why she hadn't bought a book or something. That was when the being watched sensation started again... and the temperature began dropping. Icene scowled, and began prowling the room, every sense alert, but found nothing. With a sigh she sat back down, facing the door, and with her back firmly up against a wall.