17

~Thea

It was raining when I woke up again.

The window of my bedroom gave me a decent view of the forest. The branches of those pine trees swayed gently in the wind, suggesting a storm was rolling in, much to my dismay. Lately, I have been sick of dreary weather like this.

The rain battered the window, as I changed. My clothing situation is starting to become an issue. Perhaps I need to harass Jasper into taking me shopping, since I only brought a few articles. Or maybe a washing machine would suffice.

Wandering downstairs, I find Jasper was sitting in his living room, reading. He glanced up from the novel the moment I stepped into the room, before I closed it slowly.

"Good morning," he says warmly, setting the book down on the arm of the chair.

"What are you reading?" I ask, nodding at the book. I wish I still read as much as I used to, and by the looks of the amount of books Jasper owns, maybe he will let me borrow a few. And looking at the state of this town, I may just have a lot m