Amthy was exhausted. The better part of her day had been spent moving some of her precious belongings from the Tree house back to the Chateau. Her dress form already filled a spot in the master suite, and the trunk of miscellaneous knickknacks had been tucked into her closet. The warm weather always made her feel like she had to do something constructive, so she had. Nothing bet the feeling of a job well done when it came to general feelings of contentment, and this was no exception. With a swift tug, she pulled the navy and white kerchief from her hair before working her fingers into the tangle of matted, inky black hair. It was late, and she should really have a bath, but she was too tired to motivate herself passed the initial idea.
Flop! Onto the bed she sprawled. Sleep was the one thing she didn?t have to motivate herself into doing. It happened naturally, and with little thought at all. But then she?d always been particularly fond of Morpheus? embrace, though it wasn?t his embrace any longer since he was retired, but the phrase had already been coined and she wasn?t one to argue.
It was a shame that she did not wake up as easily as she went to sleep. The moment her eyes fluttered open, she knew something was wrong. Something deep inside that she couldn?t place immediately, which in itself was something to give her alarm. Sitting up, Amthy pressed her hand against her chest. She hadn?t even bothered to change out of her dress the night before, and the ribs of her bodice were digging into her sides, but that wasn?t what had prompted her to wake.
Silvanous.
Scrambling madly from her bed, she stumbled when her feet touched the floor. Panic helped her recover, when otherwise she might have taken a spill, as the windmill of her arms caught on the side of the bed. Fingers tangled in the fabric of her cover, pulling it down off the side as she pulled herself back onto her feet.
She had to go.
That was the only thought that filled her airy little head as she tore down the spiral stair and skittered bare foot across the marble foyer. The door was left standing open in her haste, but she was past caring?besides who ever came up to the Chateau anyway? Amthy didn?t even lock her door at night. Driven, she ran across the lawn; flattening flower and vine beneath uncaring feet as she headed toward the tree line of the adjacent wood.
Flop! Onto the bed she sprawled. Sleep was the one thing she didn?t have to motivate herself into doing. It happened naturally, and with little thought at all. But then she?d always been particularly fond of Morpheus? embrace, though it wasn?t his embrace any longer since he was retired, but the phrase had already been coined and she wasn?t one to argue.
It was a shame that she did not wake up as easily as she went to sleep. The moment her eyes fluttered open, she knew something was wrong. Something deep inside that she couldn?t place immediately, which in itself was something to give her alarm. Sitting up, Amthy pressed her hand against her chest. She hadn?t even bothered to change out of her dress the night before, and the ribs of her bodice were digging into her sides, but that wasn?t what had prompted her to wake.
Silvanous.
Scrambling madly from her bed, she stumbled when her feet touched the floor. Panic helped her recover, when otherwise she might have taken a spill, as the windmill of her arms caught on the side of the bed. Fingers tangled in the fabric of her cover, pulling it down off the side as she pulled herself back onto her feet.
She had to go.
That was the only thought that filled her airy little head as she tore down the spiral stair and skittered bare foot across the marble foyer. The door was left standing open in her haste, but she was past caring?besides who ever came up to the Chateau anyway? Amthy didn?t even lock her door at night. Driven, she ran across the lawn; flattening flower and vine beneath uncaring feet as she headed toward the tree line of the adjacent wood.