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wellinghall) wrote2015-09-04 08:04 pm
wellinghall) wrote2015-09-04 08:04 pm
Another drabble
I dragged myself upwards from the deep sea of sleep, through the lightening green and blue to the shallows, and then to the surface. As I did so, I saw Ned's face as he bent over me, boater at the most perfect angle, smiling and then pursing his lips for ...
And I woke, and I was in my bed in Holywell Manor, alone. Damn! Still, it was only another three weeks until the wedding; and Lady Schrapnell had promised to hide the bishop's birdstump entirely with flowers.
"Perrt? PERRT?" And there was Penwiper, wanting strokes, and cuddles, and breakfast.
And I woke, and I was in my bed in Holywell Manor, alone. Damn! Still, it was only another three weeks until the wedding; and Lady Schrapnell had promised to hide the bishop's birdstump entirely with flowers.
"Perrt? PERRT?" And there was Penwiper, wanting strokes, and cuddles, and breakfast.