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smallestopenerIngress had a brilliant birthday. She’s eleven. Eleven is nearly grown up! It’s also the year when children in the stories she’s read come into their own. Adventures begin, schooling starts, worlds are saved… she can hardly wait to see what will happen next.
Her party earlier was such fun. Door was almost nice to Puck; Ingress had worried a little about that after she invited him. But he was very nice and charming, and Tom was nice, too, and Puck helped Ingress steal lots of roses off the cake while Havelock talked to Tom and Door, and it was brilliant.
She ate far too much icing sugar, but Tom had the peppermint potion waiting for her when the party was over. She feels much better now. And she’s eleven!
It sounds so good in her head. Eleven, eleven, eleven.
She should have asked Mary to stay the night with her, she thinks, as she tosses and turns. She’s never going to fall asleep, even with staying up past her bedtime. Tom and Door insisted she go to bed after she started yawning. They can be so silly sometimes.
She tosses one more time, and she thinks, again, how impossible it will be to go to sleep tonight. Her eyelids flutter and close. It is not long before she’s deep in dreams.
Her party earlier was such fun. Door was almost nice to Puck; Ingress had worried a little about that after she invited him. But he was very nice and charming, and Tom was nice, too, and Puck helped Ingress steal lots of roses off the cake while Havelock talked to Tom and Door, and it was brilliant.
She ate far too much icing sugar, but Tom had the peppermint potion waiting for her when the party was over. She feels much better now. And she’s eleven!
It sounds so good in her head. Eleven, eleven, eleven.
She should have asked Mary to stay the night with her, she thinks, as she tosses and turns. She’s never going to fall asleep, even with staying up past her bedtime. Tom and Door insisted she go to bed after she started yawning. They can be so silly sometimes.
She tosses one more time, and she thinks, again, how impossible it will be to go to sleep tonight. Her eyelids flutter and close. It is not long before she’s deep in dreams.
Re: Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
Date: 2010-05-19 03:09 am (UTC)She stands and kisses him on the cheek. The butterflies flutter down and surround them.
"I think I have to follow them. They show me where to go. But I don't leave the path."
Re: Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
Date: 2010-05-19 03:11 am (UTC)Re: Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
Date: 2010-05-19 03:13 am (UTC)"Oh, I shall. I'll never stop."
She turns to follow the butterflies, but she turns around once more, silhouetted in sunlight, and waves.
She doesn't say goodbye. There will be music in her dreams again.
Re: Fortify yourself with contentment, for this is an impregnable fortress.
Date: 2010-05-19 03:14 am (UTC)On a simple line day by day