12-25-2018, 02:15 PM
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☁ there it was again. the urge, the impulse, the insatiable desire. it was a common urge among pregnant women, though perhaps typically more so in the later weeks: nesting. or so the baby books called it. she wasn't a bird, building an actual nest, but rather a metaphorical one, cleaning and organizing and building all throughout the lodge to make a place her child might feel comfortable in. there was a rather comfortable room connected to the one she'd claimed as her own, perhaps once a large walk-in closet or a connected office, with a window on one wall and no other way in or out of the room but through her own. she'd set it up as a nursery, but once the task was completed, she was still filled with that urge to prepare.
that was what brought her to seek out the broom and set to work with sweeping the entire goddamn building.
humming quietly to herself as she worked, hayley moved the strokes back and forth as she went through the kitchen, already collecting a sizeable pile of dirt and debris and dust that had been hiding for who-knows-how-long, already pleased with the work she was doing.
☁ there it was again. the urge, the impulse, the insatiable desire. it was a common urge among pregnant women, though perhaps typically more so in the later weeks: nesting. or so the baby books called it. she wasn't a bird, building an actual nest, but rather a metaphorical one, cleaning and organizing and building all throughout the lodge to make a place her child might feel comfortable in. there was a rather comfortable room connected to the one she'd claimed as her own, perhaps once a large walk-in closet or a connected office, with a window on one wall and no other way in or out of the room but through her own. she'd set it up as a nursery, but once the task was completed, she was still filled with that urge to prepare.
that was what brought her to seek out the broom and set to work with sweeping the entire goddamn building.
humming quietly to herself as she worked, hayley moved the strokes back and forth as she went through the kitchen, already collecting a sizeable pile of dirt and debris and dust that had been hiding for who-knows-how-long, already pleased with the work she was doing.
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