Post by Kenna Cameron on Nov 23, 2016 17:50:35 GMT -5
Tossing and turning was not a good sign for Miss Kenna, she had avoided much of the family that today to be by myself. Much of it sulking, much of it just needing to be alone and gather her thoughts, with her almost to freedom again. Her ankle seemed to be healing nicely, but it was still weak to step on, thus she still relied on someone else to help her get about. She hated having someone around to help, she didn’t want to be babysat, she didn’t want the help, Kenna just wanted to be left alone to her own devices much against the wishes of others.
As of late she had been having nightmares, none that were to drastic in nature, but tonight had been specially heavy in the scare department. Her tossing and turning of her fighting the nightmare allowed for her body to roll through the blankets and sheets to the floor with a thud and a loud pitch scream as she woke on the floor of her room.
The fireplace had the dying embers of a fire as Kenna looked around the darken room. She crawled toward the dying embers to gather some warmth, afraid of standing up and making enough noise to wake more of the household as well as injure her ankle further. She felt it was so close to be healed that she didn’t want to prolong the recovery, but she felt like it would never heal. Even as she gathered her nightgown around her, pulling it up away from her feet to avoid any dancing embers that may have been trying to escape. Kenna sat in the fetal position her head resting on her knees as she stared at the dying fire, hoping to fall back to asleep and that she hadn’t woken up any family members with her nightmares.
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