Room 317- Saturday afternoon

Sia was curled up on the cushion of her bay window that was totally in her room now, looking out at the scenery below. She'd been feeling kind of weird over the last day or so, for no apparent reason, and now she was just content to be pensive and... hum to herself. The tune just spoke to her.

Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound

It was apparently that kind of day.


[Door and post open!]