Post by QUiNN on Mar 20, 2011 22:14:36 GMT -5
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her fingers with a close precision
he starts to notice empty bottles of gin
and take a moment to assess the sins
shes paid for[/center]
Andrina was in a sorry state really. Dressed in jeans and a loose loose t shirt, she had a bucket of feed in one hand and a grain scoop carefully balances on the end of her fingers of the other, the tin scoop threatening to crash to the ground with the slightest disturbance. Her hair was still slightly messed from sleep, or lack there of, and her forehead was pressed against the wall to support her tired body. The barn smelt so sweet and it was such a lovely morning, Andrina thought she might stay in this position forever, or at least until she'd gotten a few hours of rest. Andy hadn't slept at all last night. There really wasn't a good explanation either. Just one of those nights where you toss and turn, exhausted, but your mind is unwilling to shut down. That is, until you reach morning and its time to get up, that right about the time when your mind agrees that it's time for bed. Of course.
She had been in the process of gathering grain for Annie, her pretty arabian mare, but as she turned and faced the far wall she suddenly didn't feel like moving anymore and simply tipped forward until the top of her head rested against the wooden frame of the barn. Her breathing had begun to slow and she was in danger of dozing off until a sudden loud clang startled her into an upright position. She spun around and tried to understand what had caused he noise until she realized she wasn't holding her scoop anymore. She glanced down and gave the hunk of metal a blank stare, to tired to be bothered to pick it up.
her fingers with a close precision
he starts to notice empty bottles of gin
and take a moment to assess the sins
shes paid for[/center]
Andrina was in a sorry state really. Dressed in jeans and a loose loose t shirt, she had a bucket of feed in one hand and a grain scoop carefully balances on the end of her fingers of the other, the tin scoop threatening to crash to the ground with the slightest disturbance. Her hair was still slightly messed from sleep, or lack there of, and her forehead was pressed against the wall to support her tired body. The barn smelt so sweet and it was such a lovely morning, Andrina thought she might stay in this position forever, or at least until she'd gotten a few hours of rest. Andy hadn't slept at all last night. There really wasn't a good explanation either. Just one of those nights where you toss and turn, exhausted, but your mind is unwilling to shut down. That is, until you reach morning and its time to get up, that right about the time when your mind agrees that it's time for bed. Of course.
She had been in the process of gathering grain for Annie, her pretty arabian mare, but as she turned and faced the far wall she suddenly didn't feel like moving anymore and simply tipped forward until the top of her head rested against the wooden frame of the barn. Her breathing had begun to slow and she was in danger of dozing off until a sudden loud clang startled her into an upright position. She spun around and tried to understand what had caused he noise until she realized she wasn't holding her scoop anymore. She glanced down and gave the hunk of metal a blank stare, to tired to be bothered to pick it up.
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