Post by Martina "Marty" Douglas on Mar 3, 2007 23:19:30 GMT -5
One autumn Saturday afternoon found Martina stretched out across her bed on her stomach. Her long legs were flung out over the mussed up blankets so that her bare feet rested just below her pillow while she peered intently over the edge of the mattress, brow furrowed she rifled through the open trunk at the foot of her bed. An increasingly large pile of random belongings such as socks and extra school supplies was forming between the trunk and her book bag, which had been dropped haphazardly, it's contents spilling out onto the carpet. It was far enough from the bed to serve as a tripping hazard should her elusive older roommate come traipsing in without watching her step.
Though it was still early in the year, Marty had found herself falling behind in her homework and so had forced herself to spend the morning in the common room to get it done and over with. Upon waking and going through the morning routine, she had dressed in a too-large plum sweater over a lavender t-shirt as well as a dark blue pleated skirt that stopped just below her knees. What she omitted was a pair of socks, reasoning that she would be less likely to abandon her work if she was barefoot and couldn't comfortable leave the common room. Now that she was finished, she wished to tromp around outdoors, which would require socks and shoes if she wanted to be able to feel her feet in the chilly weather for longer than a few minutes. As she searched for a particular pair of socks, she muttered to herself,
"I know you're in here, oh foot warming ones. You can hide, but you can't . . . hide. Not for long! Come on, obey your owner!"
Though it was still early in the year, Marty had found herself falling behind in her homework and so had forced herself to spend the morning in the common room to get it done and over with. Upon waking and going through the morning routine, she had dressed in a too-large plum sweater over a lavender t-shirt as well as a dark blue pleated skirt that stopped just below her knees. What she omitted was a pair of socks, reasoning that she would be less likely to abandon her work if she was barefoot and couldn't comfortable leave the common room. Now that she was finished, she wished to tromp around outdoors, which would require socks and shoes if she wanted to be able to feel her feet in the chilly weather for longer than a few minutes. As she searched for a particular pair of socks, she muttered to herself,
"I know you're in here, oh foot warming ones. You can hide, but you can't . . . hide. Not for long! Come on, obey your owner!"