"I'm not used to staying in one place," she admitted, blowing at her own cup softly. "Especially not here. This used to be...home." Well, not quite. As she'd told Charles, this had never been her home. But he had. He'd made this place seem like more than another lie. She was almost glad that this place looked so different than it used to. There weren't nearly as many places she could walk into and be thrust into the past.
"And I'm used to keeping my own hours. Being on this kind of a strict schedule isn't something I've done for a while.
What she didn't say is that she liked having a little bit of time to herself. She always felt surrounded when the kids were awake. It wasn't their fault, really, but there were times when she needed a breather.
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Date: 2017-03-07 08:50 pm (UTC)"And I'm used to keeping my own hours. Being on this kind of a strict schedule isn't something I've done for a while.
What she didn't say is that she liked having a little bit of time to herself. She always felt surrounded when the kids were awake. It wasn't their fault, really, but there were times when she needed a breather.