road trip cont'd[locked to family; May 27]
Willow can't remember the last time she "slept in." It's fun, but feels lazy.
She knows she has odd, unsettling dreams. She should probably write them down, but for the most, all she really wants is to forget. Enjoy the days. Damn it, they deserve that much.
Once there's no longer a full moon, they leave Armstrong. Willow had learned French in
school. She'd been chagrined to have difficulty understanding people at first. Over the past week, she's noticed it's much easier. Sierra picks up the vocabulary with
relative ease.
No one reacts with skeptical looks or nosy questions about whether Sierra's adopted,when Willow refers to her as her daughter. It's a refreshing change. The child's begun to relax around her, no longer so defensive or afraid of having the rug yanked out from under her again.
They head to Stratford. A friend had recommended it, if Willow enjoyed the theater or
cultural events. She does, though she thinks Sierra might be a little young to appreciate The Tempest. Well, that's not all there is to do in a town this big.
Nights, they sit and play games, or watch movies. Indoor time. Wills is always a bit
nervous about being outdoors after dark, particularly in a city she doesn't know.
This is a vacation. Short of dire emergencies, she's not "on duty" now.
She falls asleep, hearing Sierra's breathing, Leslie's purr, in the next room over. Opens her eyes to find herself in the Realm, by the Tree. Quite a crowd's shown up. Talks to Sam, Mike, Morgan briefly, before her attention's pulled away by someone shaking her, calling to her.
"Willow? Willow, please wake up."
Sierra. Willow blinks, turns to look at her. "What's wrong, hon?"
Wait. She's not in bed. Standing by the entrance to the balcony. The door's half
open. What in...?
The balcony's completely enclosed. But that's rather beside the point.
"I was sleepwalking?" Willow's eyes narrow. Something isn't right here.
"I think so. I heard you, I guess you were talkin' in your sleep. Then you got
up, but..."
"You did the right thing. The only thing you should have done different? Get Kat,
if it happens again."
She climbs back into bed. Sierra asks to stay with her. The bed's nearly large enough to accommodate four people, never mind the two of them and a cat, so Willow nods.
Sierra pulls the comforter up over Willow's shoulders.
A few minutes later, they're both asleep, safely wrapped in dreams free of any fear.
She knows she has odd, unsettling dreams. She should probably write them down, but for the most, all she really wants is to forget. Enjoy the days. Damn it, they deserve that much.
Once there's no longer a full moon, they leave Armstrong. Willow had learned French in
school. She'd been chagrined to have difficulty understanding people at first. Over the past week, she's noticed it's much easier. Sierra picks up the vocabulary with
relative ease.
No one reacts with skeptical looks or nosy questions about whether Sierra's adopted,when Willow refers to her as her daughter. It's a refreshing change. The child's begun to relax around her, no longer so defensive or afraid of having the rug yanked out from under her again.
They head to Stratford. A friend had recommended it, if Willow enjoyed the theater or
cultural events. She does, though she thinks Sierra might be a little young to appreciate The Tempest. Well, that's not all there is to do in a town this big.
Nights, they sit and play games, or watch movies. Indoor time. Wills is always a bit
nervous about being outdoors after dark, particularly in a city she doesn't know.
This is a vacation. Short of dire emergencies, she's not "on duty" now.
She falls asleep, hearing Sierra's breathing, Leslie's purr, in the next room over. Opens her eyes to find herself in the Realm, by the Tree. Quite a crowd's shown up. Talks to Sam, Mike, Morgan briefly, before her attention's pulled away by someone shaking her, calling to her.
"Willow? Willow, please wake up."
Sierra. Willow blinks, turns to look at her. "What's wrong, hon?"
Wait. She's not in bed. Standing by the entrance to the balcony. The door's half
open. What in...?
The balcony's completely enclosed. But that's rather beside the point.
"I was sleepwalking?" Willow's eyes narrow. Something isn't right here.
"I think so. I heard you, I guess you were talkin' in your sleep. Then you got
up, but..."
"You did the right thing. The only thing you should have done different? Get Kat,
if it happens again."
She climbs back into bed. Sierra asks to stay with her. The bed's nearly large enough to accommodate four people, never mind the two of them and a cat, so Willow nods.
Sierra pulls the comforter up over Willow's shoulders.
A few minutes later, they're both asleep, safely wrapped in dreams free of any fear.