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all_unwritten: waiting for him
Every morning her routine was the same. She woke up, washed up, made the bed and got dressed. She went to the kitchen and poured precisely enough water for two cups of tea and buttered exactly two pieces of toast. She ate her breakfast in silence, looking out the window that faced the dawn.
She went about her day, doing the things that needed to be done, completing chores and making money and chatting along with the others.
At night, she returned to her cozy little home, closing the door but leaving the blinds up to watch the lengthening shadows. She sat down to dinner at the same table she ate at that morning, now backlit by the setting sun.
Long past the time the stars came twinkling out, she sat and watched from her chair. Only when the moon crested the tree across the way did she reluctantly wash her dishes and put them away. She readied herself for bed, tucking down the blankets and carefully placing the lie upon the pillow beside her.
Despite what the letter may have said, she knew he would return to her. He made a promise, and he always kept his promises. She closed her eyes knowing that tomorrow she would wait for him once more.
all_unwritten: waiting for himEvery morning her routine was the same. She woke up, washed up, made the bed and got dressed. She went to the kitchen and poured precisely enough water for two cups of tea and buttered exactly two pieces of toast. She ate her breakfast in silence, looking out the window that faced the dawn.
She went about her day, doing the things that needed to be done, completing chores and making money and chatting along with the others.
At night, she returned to her cozy little home, closing the door but leaving the blinds up to watch the lengthening shadows. She sat down to dinner at the same table she ate at that morning, now backlit by the setting sun.
Long past the time the stars came twinkling out, she sat and watched from her chair. Only when the moon crested the tree across the way did she reluctantly wash her dishes and put them away. She readied herself for bed, tucking down the blankets and carefully placing the lie upon the pillow beside her.
Despite what the letter may have said, she knew he would return to her. He made a promise, and he always kept his promises. She closed her eyes knowing that tomorrow she would wait for him once more.