Isabel slowly felt herself wake up, but as she tried to open her eyes, she just simply couldnāt due to the tiredness she still felt. It didnāt matter how many hours she slept, sheād always still be tired when she woke up, cranky. Although, a cup of coffee could change that, but did she really just want to open her dark hazel nut eyes and face the world? Start living again?
Noā¦not at this moment. Sheāll keep her eyes closed, and pretend to sleep, all because she just couldnāt just face the world just yet. Ever since she was little, she had a thing with sleeping; she found it her escape, a form of actually mentally being away from reality, if only for a few hours. And so when it came to waking up, that tended to take a while as she had to mentally prepare herself.
She heard sound, someone moving and quickly wondered if the two had woken up. Isabel still remember vividly when she and Elliot stumbled upon the two, inside she felt as if she must help them, though how she explained that to her brother she canāt remember. But it was clear that they needed help. Lacianne, who she plainly thought as an angel, was effortlessly beautiful, and of course, her brother Ian, who was equally as handsome, but slightly intimidating.
The sounds got more frequent; they had to be awake now. But there wasnāt anyā¦well, talking. They werenāt conversing. Were they just sitting in silence? However, a second after she thought that, her small ears quickly picked up on a āgood morningā from who she suspected was Ian.
Nelly should really get up. After all, the small sofa she was sleeping on wasnāt the moreā¦comfiest, and something was digging into her ribs. Except, she didnāt want to wake up just yet. Sheād let her brother wake up first, after all, Elliotās the sociable one.
Noā¦not at this moment. Sheāll keep her eyes closed, and pretend to sleep, all because she just couldnāt just face the world just yet. Ever since she was little, she had a thing with sleeping; she found it her escape, a form of actually mentally being away from reality, if only for a few hours. And so when it came to waking up, that tended to take a while as she had to mentally prepare herself.
She heard sound, someone moving and quickly wondered if the two had woken up. Isabel still remember vividly when she and Elliot stumbled upon the two, inside she felt as if she must help them, though how she explained that to her brother she canāt remember. But it was clear that they needed help. Lacianne, who she plainly thought as an angel, was effortlessly beautiful, and of course, her brother Ian, who was equally as handsome, but slightly intimidating.
The sounds got more frequent; they had to be awake now. But there wasnāt anyā¦well, talking. They werenāt conversing. Were they just sitting in silence? However, a second after she thought that, her small ears quickly picked up on a āgood morningā from who she suspected was Ian.
Nelly should really get up. After all, the small sofa she was sleeping on wasnāt the moreā¦comfiest, and something was digging into her ribs. Except, she didnāt want to wake up just yet. Sheād let her brother wake up first, after all, Elliotās the sociable one.