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mentioned; kit
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location; kitchen
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A field, a familiar view from the yard of her childhood home. At the parking lot of a grocery store? Clearly lit in daylight, but the moon was in the darkened sky, pierced by a picturesque rowboat of a cloud. A sharp sound dashed the dream away, forgotten as soon as Emily became aware of the pillow she had smushed her face into. The alarm was beeping loudly, even muffled by the walls and the distance of another floor in the house. She wriggled under her crumpled bedspread, locating her own sleep-numbed arms to grab each end of the pillow so she could press it against her ears. The sound of the alarm quickly went away, and she peeked out of her cocoon to ensure that it had really ended and she wasn't just unusually skilled at soundproofing her own brain. It was late enough in the morning for a faint haze of light to be pressing in through the curtains, but as she stubbornly closed her eyes with the thought of stealing a few more moments of rest, she discovered that the sleep had gone, and there seemed to be no hope of falling back into it.
indentindentEmily turned onto her back swipe a hand over her face, then cracked an eye open to adjust to the morning light. It was almost unbearably cozy in the warmth of her bed, but as soon as the thought of hiding back under her blanket crossed her mind, the restless energy already itching under her skin told her that it was time to get up. Her feet wormed their way out into the cooler air of the room and found their way onto the floor, and she huffed amusedly at the thought of how teenage her would have been disgusted by the semblance of a morning person she had grown into. She grabbed some miscellaneous articles of clothing previously discarded onto the floor, and gathered about half of her hair up into a disordered knot at the back of her head to get it out of her face until she could get some coffee and begin having purposeful thoughts for the day. The loose gray t-shirt that had happened to be on her path had just about the same amount of tasteful holes as everything else she owned, but not yet enough of them to repurpose it as an oil rag for the garage.
indentindentHer way down the stairs must have been a familiar drum-beat by then, and as she beelined for the kitchen โ already filled with the sounds of a morning โ she congratulated herself for not making a ruckus at Kit's door purely in the hopes of seeing him burst out like the house was on fire. Emily had always been terrible at both hellos and goodbyes, and every platitude from good morning to you're welcome, so true to her nature, she had begun to forgo them years ago, and hopefully the rest of the pack had already grown used to her habit of entering and leaving rooms without a word unless she really had something to say. And so, she went right for the coffee, catching only Sessue's words about a trip to town, which sparked her interest. Brandishing a cup of black coffee in one hand, she threw the other arm around his shoulders and amiably crushed his body into her side in a display of casual affection that was natural to her and possibly objectionable to him. Pack, family, same difference in her mind.
indentin"You're heading to town? I'm driving," she declared, and sipped her coffee as if the matter was thus decided.