Post by Genevieve Danforth on Jan 8, 2009 23:11:53 GMT -5
Genevieve's favorite time of day was the early morning, just as the sun was rising. The common room was usually deserted at this time. Most of the kids were still sleeping as Genevieve slipped out of bed and downstairs to the common room. She sat on the window seat, looking out on the grounds as the sun rose low over the trees. The soft pink and orange colors that filled the sky always made her feel hopeful. The day was filled with possibilities, and she never wanted to forget just how precious that was.
These thoughts were surprisingly deep for sweet, innocent Genevieve. And she had never tried to express them to anyone. But the sunrise was one of the few things that Genevieve swore she could watch for hours. It never failed to hold her attention.
These thoughts were surprisingly deep for sweet, innocent Genevieve. And she had never tried to express them to anyone. But the sunrise was one of the few things that Genevieve swore she could watch for hours. It never failed to hold her attention.
