Dec 17, 2009 12:28
A yawn falls from her lips. Well she's certainly not where she was a moment ago. She takes a sip from her cup of juice and fans herself.
"My, my, what a peculiar place. Surely I must be dreaming." She walks down the hall, continuing to fan herself only to be stopped by a mistletoe hanging overhead.
"Oh dear."
[[ooc: have a Sharon. I thought this place could use one.]]