Day 215.1: Very Sleepy but Decent
Dec. 18th, 2024 09:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sunshowerdandelionI was very sleepy today, which gave me a chance to explore Alice's tiredness. I really wanted to lie down and so wrote Alice wanting to lie down. This is for the breakup fic:
From above the patter of branches. The cat raced alongside her and she thought that was another thing that needed doing, the encroaching trees. And even here in the hall the sunk-food smell. She would go in the following order: the cat, the tea, and then after, the food. Holding this resolve she opened the dining-room door.
She tramped in and saw a dark patch on the table, where her breakfast had been. A stupefying tiredness bled into her. Slithering, winding, the cat called Anne mewed and Alice could strike him with the chair she realized. Above all she wanted to sleep.
She placed the chimes on the table and said, “Hush.” Here were the matches; she struck them instead. Antimony fire she then touched to cotton, a candle wick, which afterwards reddened the room. On the Outside they called matches Lucifers; Alice found this charming. She hunted in the cabinet for her wick-trimmer but did not find it and besides Keine was waiting in the parlor, probably wondering. She found the pot of tea-leaves.
Now the stove.
She went back to the parlor, the cat quizzically following. “I’m very sorry but I’ve run out of tea,” she said.
“It’s no trouble,” said Keine. She had gotten out a book: A Girl with Tangled Hair by Akiko Yosano. Alice realized she was by habit spying on her, accumulating facts to share later. To whom? And hadn’t she been rude, to keep her waiting.
Alice sat. “I’ll do the show again,” she said apologetically.Don't make important decisions when you're tired, Alice! I also registered for a writing thing today.
From above the patter of branches. The cat raced alongside her and she thought that was another thing that needed doing, the encroaching trees. And even here in the hall the sunk-food smell. She would go in the following order: the cat, the tea, and then after, the food. Holding this resolve she opened the dining-room door.
She tramped in and saw a dark patch on the table, where her breakfast had been. A stupefying tiredness bled into her. Slithering, winding, the cat called Anne mewed and Alice could strike him with the chair she realized. Above all she wanted to sleep.
She placed the chimes on the table and said, “Hush.” Here were the matches; she struck them instead. Antimony fire she then touched to cotton, a candle wick, which afterwards reddened the room. On the Outside they called matches Lucifers; Alice found this charming. She hunted in the cabinet for her wick-trimmer but did not find it and besides Keine was waiting in the parlor, probably wondering. She found the pot of tea-leaves.
Now the stove.
She went back to the parlor, the cat quizzically following. “I’m very sorry but I’ve run out of tea,” she said.
“It’s no trouble,” said Keine. She had gotten out a book: A Girl with Tangled Hair by Akiko Yosano. Alice realized she was by habit spying on her, accumulating facts to share later. To whom? And hadn’t she been rude, to keep her waiting.
Alice sat. “I’ll do the show again,” she said apologetically.
