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Post by Sisia Vogel on Jan 24, 2012 17:20:55 GMT -5
August 22, 2014 5:37 A.M. …Maybe she should have unpacked. It was a thought that kept the Liechtensteinerin awake, but she tried to dismiss it, instead cuddling more around the ragged stuffed bunny that was her companion. She had no roommates, though they could be coming, and as it was, all of her stuff was still packed away. Considering that she had had to catch a late flight, and had only had time to arrive, be greeted, and then stumble her sleepy way up to her room (she wasn’t used to late nights, she really wasn’t), this was normal.
Unfortunately, though, she was unused to sleeping alone. The familiar presence of Uncle Anton, snoring just across the hall, was not there, and there seemed to be no one else, no other females, in her dorm yet. Or if they were, they were being rather silent, and that oppressive silence was an added factor of her not being able to sleep.
It probably did not help, either, that she had just brought out her pajamas from where they had been at the top of her bag (she had planned accordingly, and placed them there), and her nightlight was still tucked away, probably buried at the bottom. She had hoped she would be able to sleep without it, but it seemed that was not the case, as the darkness made it worse.
Still, she had to sleep! After all, Uncle Anton was coming tomorrow (business had held him up, but he had sure been apologetic) to help her settle in, though she doubted that any unpacking would get done, and the two planned to both tour the campus and the town, so that she could get settled. After all, he was terribly overprotective and worried, and definitely wasn’t happy about this. If she showed up all bleary-eyed and yawning tomorrow, he’d take that as a sign that she couldn’t handle it here, and whisk her back home before she could say ’Onkle!’
And Sisia had come so far. She couldn’t go back now.
So, snug in her blue flannel nightgown (she preferred pink, but it was a gift from her Uncle) and half wishing that she had had the foresight to get some socks out of her bag, but not wanting to get out of her warm cozy bed that was slowly lulling her away from wakefulness and towards the lands of sand, the freshman looked up one last time, making sure the crack in her door was still there (just to reassure herself), the curtains on her windows were still up (to let in light), and that her injector and inhaler were on her bedside table (she had never had an attack in the middle of the night, but Uncle Anton’s orders), before she resettled herself, snuggling into her pink, tea-stained bunny and hugging it closely to herself.
Then, slowly, she fell into sleep. She had planned to get up at eight or nine, because her Uncle was arriving at just after ten, and she wanted to be prepared.
Early was not planned.
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Post by Michelle Brun on Jan 25, 2012 11:52:40 GMT -5
Michelle had an acceptable first day. Not too long after arriving at school, she made a new friends and that was really all that counted. Classes were a bit different than what she was used to, and clubs seemed like they were going to require a lot of her time but really wanted to join a few. But it was best to stay busy if she didn’t want homesickness catching up with her. Being alone would just remind her she wasn’t at home and make her want to return. There was nothing she hated more than loneliness. So being in clubs meant she would get another chance to make new friends and spend extra time with them!
She had managed to keep from feeling lonely all day until it was lights out. Her room was set with all the important things. Teddy bears were scattered around as well as clothes, puppets, and costumes. There were a few snacks hidden within the room. They were mostly hidden because she placed them in desk drawers, closet space, and under a pillow and forgot why she put them there and the fact she put them there. Instead of attempted to clean up the mess, she flopped upon the bed and closed her eyes at an attempt at sleep.
It was no good. She might have had her eyes closed, but nothing about her was ready for bed. Her mind was going on about how oddly quiet things were. It wasn’t completely quiet. She heard a boy below. She heard a cat meowing outside. She even heard the rhythmic pumping of her beating heart. But none of these things helped towards sleeping. She was curled up to a pillow and hugging a teddy bear, but it wasn’t the same as sleeping in her own room. And it definitely wasn’t like sleeping in her older brother’s room with them constantly telling her to leave. It was lonesome in her bed. She laid still for an hour before the solitude became unbearable.
Michelle needed a sleeping partner.
Most of the people she meet on her first day actually stayed in her dorm if she remembered right. But that really didn’t help her out since she hadn’t asked for a First Day Sleepover or something of that nature. Appearing in Matthew’s room completely unannounced might shock him. She had to go about this rather sneakily. If Michelle wanted a sleeping partner, she needed to find a room with someone sleep and leave before they woke up. She was confident in her plan.
She tested a few doors on the girls’ floor before actually finding one that opened. What luck! She slowly opened the door and looked around. It looked like this room was empty at first since she saw the empty beds, but after closer inspection there seemed to be one body in one bed. The Seychellios girl closed the door behind her as she tiptoed into the stranger’s bed. Even if she somehow failed to wake up in time, if she was on the girls’ floor then no one would get too mad since girls slept together all the time. She could even lie and say she thought this was her bed. She slipped into the bed and snuggled up to the stranger girl’s feet and fell asleep peaceful. Michelle happily slept for hours, mumbling strange things about cake and fish as she slept the night away.
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Post by Sisia Vogel on Feb 6, 2012 17:59:49 GMT -5
She awoke at some ungodly hour in the morning, hair sticking up in all directions, and yawned, nearly inhaling the hair plastered over her mouth as she did so. The Liechtensteinerin blinked from her position on her pillow (after preventing herself from choking on her own hair), surprised that she had awoken at such a time, because even for her (she was a “catching the worm” kind of person), this seemed kind of early. Was it the time zone difference? Could be.
The girl would’ve most likely happily nodded off again, dismissing the issue, as her eyes were already sliding shut of their own accord, and she could always fall asleep at the drop of the hat, when her leg, shifting to a more comfortable position, brushed up against something. Something warm and alive.
Jerking back as if she had been burned, and almost falling off the bed and hitting her head as she did so, Sisia stared, wide-eyed and almost completely awake now, at the lump occupying her bed. Okay, okay this was really weird. Why would another girl be in her bed? (She refused to contemplate the fact that it might not actually be a fellow girl.) Was it a cultural thing, maybe? She wouldn’t judge, but that seemed kind of weird… Perhaps there was a really smart but young girl here who had had a nightmare? That one seemed like something out of a book or something, but was possible, and meant that she’d likely have a friend. Had her roommate come in even later than her and not realized that she was in the bed, claiming and falling asleep in this one? That seemed the most likely, but…
Deciding that just letting her imagination run wild wouldn’t solve anything, Sisia scooted closer, abandoning her position on the very edge of the bed, and poke the lump. “Hello?” she whispered, feeling as if her newly-awoken ears weren’t prepared for anything loud. “Vhaht ahre you doing in mah bed?” She poked her again.
In fact, seeing as there really wasn’t anything else that she could do, as she definitely wasn’t willing to yell, or shove the other, or kick her off the bed, or do any of those very drastic actions, it was pretty much all she could do. Although…
Grabbing what seemed and felt like a shoulder, she shook it, continuing to repeat herself in her accented voice, before she resumed poking, as her eyes slowly adjusted to the lack of light. Not the best way to wake up in the morning, no sir.
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Post by Michelle Brun on Feb 22, 2012 23:52:59 GMT -5
Someone was moving, and moving was bad when you were sleeping. Michelle moaned, unwilling to wake up to see why there was moving. It was still sleeping time for the Seychellios girl. She was sure it was still dark outside, but she didn’t bother to open her eyes to check. Besides, she had crawled under a blanket so there shouldn’t have been light on her to begin with. But the moving didn’t stop simply because Michelle wished for it. And her snuggling buddy’s feet seemed to disappear.
There was a poking on her back, meaning she couldn’t keep sleeping. Someone was being mean to Michelle and forcing her to wake up. It wasn’t like she slept all the time. She wanted to! She rather enjoyed sleep. It was so nice, especially in warm beds. Michelle moaned, rolling over. She wanted to know what Michelle was doing in her bed.
”Sleeping?” she said confused.
Did she do something wrong? Were beds not for sleeping in this place? She didn’t see what the problem was since she almost always slept in someone else’s bed. Granted, she didn’t even know what this girl looked like or her name before slipping into bed, but was that really a big deal? Michelle yawned loudly, feeling sleep wanting to wash back over her. But that sleeping feeling was paused as the owner of the bed started shaking her awake. Michelle whimpered as the shaking stopped and the poke restarted. ”Non, non,” she whined. ”Je want to sleep.” Why couldn’t the other girl understand? Was sleep really so bad?
She grabbed the hand as she sat up. The blanket was still completely covering, like a child pretending to be a ghost. Michelle wrapped her arms around her and fell back into the bed. She snuggled with the stranger as she tried to restrain her. ”Sleeping is for now. Poking is for afternoon.”
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