Nobody is smart but Daryl Hockney (the_automaton) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-10-23 16:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | sherlock holmes, sleeping beauty |
Who Jen and Daryl
What A perfectly normal home visit
When Tuesday night (backdated)
Where Jen's wistful dreamstate
Warning Every conflicting emotion ever, creepy dead spouses, references to domestic situations.
Jennifer woke up on the sofa with a surprising lack of tension. She became aware of the solid, tiny weight against her chest, one of Emily's books dutifully keeping company around her terrible sleep patterns. A familiar scene. It was morning now, meaning everyone had already left for the day, leaving Jennifer alone at home to doze near one of the many book-piles scattered across the living room. Or at least, what should've been the downstairs living room but was quickly becoming a second library.
Flipping closed the book, she set it against the pile on the floor and slowly moved to sit up. Still in her nightclothes, a tank-top and a loose pair of sweat pants that hung low on her hips, Jennifer ran her hand through her hair and wondered what it was she was meant to do today. Not work, not yet--a meeting with friends perhaps? She couldn't quite recall. But if so, their home was in no way fit to receive any guests, she sighed. The boys had left their things around again, and of course Emily was too enamored with them for any stern discipline. But she finally agreed to take them out for the day, at least, for an errand that Jennifer couldn't quite recall--the means to the truce seemed far more pleasant in memory than the result, as she recalled.
Stretching out, Jennifer thought on this for a moment before deciding to stand up and wander to the kitchen. Her bare feet padded steadily against the wood floor, poking at toys and objects along the way as she went. It was a big, expansive house, the sort that a pair of upper class New Yorkers could afford with ease, where every nook and corridor seemed filled with living. Down the hall and past the office, the dining room, so many memories that nudged sleepily around her mind--had it been so many years already? Something about the idea made Jennifer smile, and it smoldered and grew brighter as she entered the kitchen, her mind too occupied with her good fortunes to notice another’s presence in the room.