Post by Dane Matthews on Mar 18, 2008 22:57:27 GMT 1
It was late, probably somewhere after dinnertime when Dane suddenly woke up. His sketch book he had been laying on his lap had fallen to the floor, his pencil laying besides his leg in the window sill. Rubbing his eyes he yawned, letting his head rest back against the stone wall he was leaning against he blinked slowly, watching the rain outside poor down.
A few hours ago Dane had left his room to look for another place to draw. Somewhere quiet but not too quiet as his dorm room had been. Settinglin himself in a window sill of an Art classroom, his sketch book on his lap and the sun shining on his face had seemed to be perfect. Eventually he had dozed off and apparently had slept through dinner.
Again.
A few hours ago Dane had left his room to look for another place to draw. Somewhere quiet but not too quiet as his dorm room had been. Settinglin himself in a window sill of an Art classroom, his sketch book on his lap and the sun shining on his face had seemed to be perfect. Eventually he had dozed off and apparently had slept through dinner.
Again.
