It really didn't make a lot of sense. Usually, Thorn was up at the buttcrack of stupid to smudge and pray. Yet she didn't waken Desdenova from his cocoon of dogs and sleeping bag in the pup tent he had set up beside her house.
Deciding that perhaps Thorn was letting him do everything himself, the boy washed up, scooting into the house's bathroom because... well. He wasn't that much of a nature boy. He returned to build up his campfire and fried eggs and bacon for himself and the dogs, then cleaned the campsite up.
Then it was ten o'clock and time to go to the clinic. Desdenova grimly endured a horribly thorough scrubbing at the hands of one of the nurses who had never seen the boy dirty at all, but in return, they gave him a new t-shirt and lunch at In-and-Out Burgers.
Noon, and Thorn was still asleep. Desdenova frowned over that. He shook her and tried to drag her out of bed. He bounced onto the mattress, calling the dogs to help, yet all of their mauling did little more than to disarray the woman.
Maybe she just needed sleep, Desdenova decided. She was always going going going, after all. He wandered to the inn for a while, but it was full of adults acting stupid. At least he could talk to Drake without all that.
Thorn was still asleep. There was a sandwich mess in the kitchen, so she must have gotten up. But she couldn't have, because Thorn couldn't live knowing there was a mess in her kitchen.
Stymied, Desdenova tried everything he knew, but the only thing that had any effect was to put her hand in a bowl of warm water. Moments later, she came thrashing out of bed, but it was just to stagger to the bathroom. She returned and flopped right back down.
Desdenova was pretty sure she didn't wake at all. Sleep sandwich making and peeing. It was weird, but she didn't seem to be in any distress. Besides, Thorn had taught him all about taking care of himself, he could look after her with her big sleep.
Well... maybe he'd call for help tomorrow if she was still sleeping...
(Written by Desdenova, posted with permission. )
Deciding that perhaps Thorn was letting him do everything himself, the boy washed up, scooting into the house's bathroom because... well. He wasn't that much of a nature boy. He returned to build up his campfire and fried eggs and bacon for himself and the dogs, then cleaned the campsite up.
Then it was ten o'clock and time to go to the clinic. Desdenova grimly endured a horribly thorough scrubbing at the hands of one of the nurses who had never seen the boy dirty at all, but in return, they gave him a new t-shirt and lunch at In-and-Out Burgers.
Noon, and Thorn was still asleep. Desdenova frowned over that. He shook her and tried to drag her out of bed. He bounced onto the mattress, calling the dogs to help, yet all of their mauling did little more than to disarray the woman.
Maybe she just needed sleep, Desdenova decided. She was always going going going, after all. He wandered to the inn for a while, but it was full of adults acting stupid. At least he could talk to Drake without all that.
Thorn was still asleep. There was a sandwich mess in the kitchen, so she must have gotten up. But she couldn't have, because Thorn couldn't live knowing there was a mess in her kitchen.
Stymied, Desdenova tried everything he knew, but the only thing that had any effect was to put her hand in a bowl of warm water. Moments later, she came thrashing out of bed, but it was just to stagger to the bathroom. She returned and flopped right back down.
Desdenova was pretty sure she didn't wake at all. Sleep sandwich making and peeing. It was weird, but she didn't seem to be in any distress. Besides, Thorn had taught him all about taking care of himself, he could look after her with her big sleep.
Well... maybe he'd call for help tomorrow if she was still sleeping...
(Written by Desdenova, posted with permission. )