beyondsense (beyondsense) wrote in repose, @ 2017-03-07 23:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, iris morgenstern, manning thorsen |
[At Home: Iris and Manning]
Who: Iris and Manning
What: Sleepy times
Where: Their house
When: Now-ish
Warnings/Rating: Will update if needed. Nothing to start.
The bakery was hers.
A phone call was all it had really taken on her part. She'd dialed the phone and told the owner that she was quitting. And then she offered to buy the place that he wasn't even that fond of anyway. Building, equipment, and the supplies that remained in stock. And he'd agreed (to a price that was likely more than the place was worth, but it was worth it to her. From there, it was all in the hands of lawyers, and the deed had ended up in her hands in no time. And that was when the rest of her plans started to take form. Something smaller, with hours set by her. Somewhere she could take private orders and charge what her work was worth. And yet... maybe just a few hours a day to be open for the town itself - one item a day, always a surprise. The little things she'd thought of over the past years that had all seemed impossible until they weren't. And she wanted to do everything immediately, to be open almost the very next day.
But she was tired. So tired.
It wasn't an exhaustion brought on by too much work or stress or even medication. She was pretty sure that she knew what was causing it, and a stop at a drugstore in the city the last time she went to one of her psychiatrist appointments helped to confirm it.
Even though she'd already known. Even though she'd been pretending not to. (She was maybe still a little scared about it.)
Her one accomplishment of the day so far had been calling to make an appointment with a different doctor. Again in the city, though. Rumor traveled too fast in town, and even though it was already starting to go around (something she tried not to dwell on too much, or she'd start to get angry at her sister), it didn't need to be confirmed by her walking into a certain doctor's office.
Appointment made, she'd laid back down on the bed, curled on her side with a throw blanket tucked over her legs and two sleepy dogs against her feet. Manning was working, TJ was at daycare, and the house was silent. So she closed her eyes and drifted...