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Taking Time
Jan. 7th, 2006 11:53 amFred stared at the pile of laundry on her bed, still warm from the dryer, and it seemed to look back up at her, waiting for the part that always came next. The neat, careful folding that came from the quiet and unexpected lessons of what it meant to really care for your pocessions because there aren't all that many to be had. The piles were getting bigger these days, added to my frequent trips out shopping with Lorne. Once he been done bemoaning the state of the apartment, Fred supposed it was only a matter of time before he turned his attention on her. And truely, she loved each and every last moment spent with him, but she wouldn't have minded in the least if his efforts hadn't been so...productive.
With a sigh Fred fell into the bed, curled up into the pile, and let the warmth that remained settle against her skin. If she closed her eyes, maybe it wouldn't look like so many. And is she closed her mind, maybe it wouldn't feel like so many. Just more things, to ad to the weight of the day. And each one, each one of those days, bringing more.
Silently she picked at a button. It wasn't the clothes fault, whatever this was. That sort of think couldn't be link to any one thing, or any one person, but the soft piles that surrounded her, they were...a link. A physical link, and starting point that got her mind thinking, and then whirling into something faster. The multitude that was so very much more than she needed, speaking in its own silent ways. For one, she'd tried to keep things simple. And now Fred realized there was a reason that it would have been her 'once', the thing she hadn't known. It was because it simply didn't work that way. And all of it was something had figured herself for working through much sooner. Just like the quiet care, it was just...something that she did.
Untangling herself from the bed, Fred pulled a bag from her closet and began to fold just the few, select things she would need to fill it. At least that part...simple. For a moment she was tempted to leave the rest just as it was. Piles that could be sorted out later. But habit won out, and soon her bed was clear, everything from it neatly put away. Fred called Lorne at the club, and then headed for the door.
She'd promised Emma she would visit.
And it was time to do just that.
With a sigh Fred fell into the bed, curled up into the pile, and let the warmth that remained settle against her skin. If she closed her eyes, maybe it wouldn't look like so many. And is she closed her mind, maybe it wouldn't feel like so many. Just more things, to ad to the weight of the day. And each one, each one of those days, bringing more.
Silently she picked at a button. It wasn't the clothes fault, whatever this was. That sort of think couldn't be link to any one thing, or any one person, but the soft piles that surrounded her, they were...a link. A physical link, and starting point that got her mind thinking, and then whirling into something faster. The multitude that was so very much more than she needed, speaking in its own silent ways. For one, she'd tried to keep things simple. And now Fred realized there was a reason that it would have been her 'once', the thing she hadn't known. It was because it simply didn't work that way. And all of it was something had figured herself for working through much sooner. Just like the quiet care, it was just...something that she did.
Untangling herself from the bed, Fred pulled a bag from her closet and began to fold just the few, select things she would need to fill it. At least that part...simple. For a moment she was tempted to leave the rest just as it was. Piles that could be sorted out later. But habit won out, and soon her bed was clear, everything from it neatly put away. Fred called Lorne at the club, and then headed for the door.
She'd promised Emma she would visit.
And it was time to do just that.
