mm_j (mm_j) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-03-21 12:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | anastasia, ashley |
Anastasia, Laundry room, Saturday afternoon. OTA and MW!
Anastasia sat on top of the dryer, her legs bare beneath her black, knit dress and her feet swinging like she was a little kid in a big kid's chair, with a drawing pad in her lap and a pencil gripped loosely in her right hand. On the page before her was a half drawin portrait of a woman she'd never seen before in any place other than her mind. She didn't like drawing things like that, but any forboding that would usually come along with such a drawing was overshadowed today by her happiness in knowing Charlie had liked her portfolio and wanted to exhibit her work.
There was a load of jeans spinning in the washer directly to the left of her, and two more baskets of clothes yet to be washed on the ground to her right. She silently marveled at the amount of clothes that matriculated with just one more person added to the mix, and at the amount of space the long, long legs of her husband's and brother in law's pants could take up in a washing machine.