Room 507, Sunday night after the NY trip
Jan. 15th, 2006 10:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nadiathesaintAfter what felt like hours climbing the stairs up to her dorm room, Nadia stumbles in. She has her Century 21 bags slung around her neck, her backpack looped around her right ankle, and the bags of rubber balls in both hands. A scruffy looking blue cat chases the straps of her backpack enthusiastically. She's exhausted, but grinning like a fool.
What a weekend.
She dumps her bags down just inside the doorway and turns to scoop up the cat.
"Right, Furball, this is the dorm room. I don't have any food or toys for you yet, but I'll try to get them tomorrow. For now, just try not to get lost or eaten by gremlins or vampires, or anything.
"Mrow."
"Yeah, I know. Weird, huh."
What a weekend.
She dumps her bags down just inside the doorway and turns to scoop up the cat.
"Right, Furball, this is the dorm room. I don't have any food or toys for you yet, but I'll try to get them tomorrow. For now, just try not to get lost or eaten by gremlins or vampires, or anything.
"Mrow."
"Yeah, I know. Weird, huh."
