username: Peppermint Mist
kalon name: Irene
what do they do when they can't sleep:
Irene finds it incredibly difficult to get to sleep; she’s very restless most of the time and just can’t get into the right position. One night she was getting extremely irritated, the bed was warming up from her body heat and nothing seemed comfortable, and then she got an idea, Irene thought that, if she can’t fall asleep by lying there and trying to clear her overactive mind for hours she’d do something else.
She silently got out of bed, and crept through her house. There was something specific she was looking for, but trying to find it in the dark and trying to be quiet at the same time was proving very difficult for her. She finally found what she needed; a massive roll of fabric. She dragged the roll into the kitchen, rolled out some fabric and began to measure. Once she was finally content she cut the piece off. Irene gently pushed the roll to the side, and then stared at the fabric. She’d only thought this far, suddenly she had another idea but was hesitant; would she be wasting fabric? She managed to get some confidence and pulled herself up. Gently she padded towards a draw where she grabbed an ink pen, then went back to the piece and found the centre of the fabric. There she drew a tiny house with a little chimney, four windows and a door. She then decided to put the house on a hill, as she was putting in a few details on the hill she saw her hand shaking. Irene didn’t want to mess it up, she was actually quite proud of this tiny house, although it may just be her tired brain messing with her. Nevertheless she decided to put the roll and the piece of fabric away for the night. After that she grabbed a book from a bookcase and read on the sofa until she finally drifted off to sleep.
The next night she couldn’t sleep either and so she thought, why not add to the fabric? She decided to sketch some things out before adding to the fabric just in case she changed her mind when drawing. That night she added a wood, with a field of bluebells spilling out of it.
After a while, she almost had a routine; she’d sit on the sofa, sometimes covered in a bundle of blankets, and watch a movie whilst sketching ideas out on paper. After she finished with her sketches she’d move onto lying on the kitchen floor delicately drawing on the fabric, making sure every single detail was perfect. The fabric that had just started off as a little house on a hill in a mass of blank became a world, full of woods and rainforests, fantasy lands, gigantic dragons protecting their territories, witches castles and many other things. Soon enough she had run out of space, but she just cut off another piece of fabric and carefully sewed the two pieces together. Every night the world would grow, sometimes Irene drew inspirations from the movies she’d watched, the books she read or the stories she’d heard from others. Sometimes Irene would fall asleep in the sketching stage, misjudging how tired she actually was, but most nights, she was able to finish off her new ideas. Irene often fell asleep on the kitchen floor, and every morning would be in unbearable pain, but she loved this, the world that kept on growing, her world, that only she could control.
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