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therewaslife) wrote2011-01-30 10:53 am
therewaslife) wrote2011-01-30 10:53 am
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Room 502 | Afternoon | Sunday | January 30
There wasn't a lot to do on the weekends. Bod had realized that awhile ago but just hadn't gotten around to admitting it to himself. None of his books held his attention longer for five minutes, music just seemed to be too loud and cleaning could wait till another day.
Despite filling up his life with employment and extra strides in being social, Bod still found himself bogged down by his thoughts every so often. Most of the more painful ones had been buried deep, only unearthed in his dreams or when he was at an emotional low. Still, that didn't stop thoughts of Silas or Miss Lupescu or even the Jacks from invading his mind.
Bod shook those thoughts away and got off his bed, heading to the window to peer out of it. It was bright but chilly, a perfect winter day, really. The snow from several weeks ago had vanished and he almost missed the quiet it had brought. At least then, he'd had an excuse for doing nothing.
Still standing beside the window, arms crossed, he found his thoughts taking over his attention again and now he was just watching the action out the window while thinking. Not very exciting at all.
[Door and post are open, sure]
Despite filling up his life with employment and extra strides in being social, Bod still found himself bogged down by his thoughts every so often. Most of the more painful ones had been buried deep, only unearthed in his dreams or when he was at an emotional low. Still, that didn't stop thoughts of Silas or Miss Lupescu or even the Jacks from invading his mind.
Bod shook those thoughts away and got off his bed, heading to the window to peer out of it. It was bright but chilly, a perfect winter day, really. The snow from several weeks ago had vanished and he almost missed the quiet it had brought. At least then, he'd had an excuse for doing nothing.
Still standing beside the window, arms crossed, he found his thoughts taking over his attention again and now he was just watching the action out the window while thinking. Not very exciting at all.
[Door and post are open, sure]