Post by Fay Aina Moon on Aug 15, 2016 19:21:40 GMT -5
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Feeling tired
Feeling tired
Monday, Sunday, or maybe Saturday? No it had to be Monday. "Monday right?" She asked out loud. A fellow Hufflepuff had replied to Fay. So it was Monday and this meal was breakfast. A groan escape Fay's lips as she placed her head on the wooden table. Her dirty blonde hair sprawled against the table, Fay didn't care if any of her hair got into her food or others.
She was tired, so damn tired. Once a month Fay would have no choice, but to transform into a werewolf. She may have some control over that aspect of her life. That didn't mean it was tiring as hell and painful during the process of transformation.
Fay groaned again as she slowly moved her head, so that she is able to see her cup and bowl. Orange Juice and her favorite cereal were waiting to be eaten. How am I going to make it? Her body wanted to sleep and so did her mind, there was a small part of her saying ‘go for that spoon and shove it into your mouth.’ It was a small voice that was not winning.
Fay nearly fell off the bench. “What? Huh?” Sometime during her inner battle, she had passed out. Her face was filled with confusion as she tried to get her bearings.
She was tired, so damn tired. Once a month Fay would have no choice, but to transform into a werewolf. She may have some control over that aspect of her life. That didn't mean it was tiring as hell and painful during the process of transformation.
Fay groaned again as she slowly moved her head, so that she is able to see her cup and bowl. Orange Juice and her favorite cereal were waiting to be eaten. How am I going to make it? Her body wanted to sleep and so did her mind, there was a small part of her saying ‘go for that spoon and shove it into your mouth.’ It was a small voice that was not winning.
Fay nearly fell off the bench. “What? Huh?” Sometime during her inner battle, she had passed out. Her face was filled with confusion as she tried to get her bearings.
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