Who: Dr. West and whoever needs to talk (ahem, Jason?) Where: Dr. West's office When: Friday morning What: morning breakfast Warnings: mayyybe language
It was the sort of morning that Verity would have much rather stayed in bed. Normally she was a very early riser and so the urge to sleep in was pretty rare with her. She had been getting up at five or six since she was a teenager...but today when the alarm had gone off (not that she normally even needed it) she had still been asleep and severely resented the thing. If she was the type she would have flung it across the room...as it was she simply turned it on its face and fumbled her way back under the covers for a few minutes.
But nobody with twin eleven year olds can really afford to sleep in right? In no time there were a pair of skinny girls bouncing on her bed and two pairs of skinny elbows digging into her and that sure woke her up fast. So she rubbed at her eyes and let then drag her out of bed with a "All right...I'm up, I'm up!" to get downstairs and make the morning tea.
The whole drive to work was the same...just wanting to crawl back into bed. But by the time she got into her office and lit a cinnamon scented candle Verity was feeling much better. Part of it was the smell of tea steeping over on the low bookshelf. And part of it was the large box of bakery items she had picked up on the way in. They were all lovely and smelled good and she was sure they would taste even better...
Now...if only someone were to show up and help with eating them...