Nina Pickering (pissing_jenga) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-07-10 01:43:00 |
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It was a bit of a weird start to the morning, Nina hadn't remembered going to sleep on the couch. But that's where she woke, getting groggily to her feet and finding herself dressed. For a moment she wondered if there was some remote possibility she was hungover. It certainly wasn't a wolf-hangover, those always involved nudity, and generally meant she found herself in the middle of the forest, leaves and twigs in her hair. However, she couldn't remember the evening before with perfect clarity, and until she found the calendar she hadn't even been sure of the day. With a small sigh she decided to let it go for now as sleep deprivation, perhaps she'd dozed off and George hadn't wanted to wake her? With silence reigning in general around the house -- and knowing it was only a matter of time before someone stirred, or in Eve's case cried for attention, she moved slowly to the kitchen. Annie didn't sleep, so Nina assumed even more likely she'd rent-a-ghost in upon hearing someone up, about and stirring. But first? Tea. Tea might just be a good way to start, given Nina felt rather oddly foggy-headed; no doubt a good cup of tea would do something about that, along with breakfast to follow. Sleepily, she found herself a little lost in the kitchen, not dramatically so, but just as if things had been a little moved around, or was she imagining things? Again terribly odd, because she was quite certain George's strict cleaning and arranging routine wouldn't have changed overnight. Filling the kettle, she set it to boil and saw about taking down a few mugs and hunting about for the tea bags, planning on taking a cuppa into George, in case he was already awake, no doubt he would be shortly. |