October
It's true, Tobi had gone to shower. And then she'd started a loud of laundry, changed their sheets, and was currently tackling their fridge. Or...her fridge. Whatever. With Finn and Ever asleep, Tobi was filled with a burst of energy that she focused solely on nesting. Though everything for the baby was already here, put together, and in its correct place, still her fingers found things to do, like strange chore-dowsing rods.
Breezing around in just an overly large shirt and leggings, Tobi realized early on that both Finn and their son seemed to sleep like the dead when they were both recently fed and pasted out on the couch. So it was that she wasn't aiming to be overly quiet when she accidentally dropped a basket of tennis balls onto her piano. The noise was bright and discordant, not quite resolving into a melody but not sounding as bad as one might think.
Frozen in place, guilty holding a tennis ball and waiting for the rest to stop bouncing and for the ring of the piano to die away, she glances slowly at the pair on the couch, wondering who, if either, will wake up first.
Breezing around in just an overly large shirt and leggings, Tobi realized early on that both Finn and their son seemed to sleep like the dead when they were both recently fed and pasted out on the couch. So it was that she wasn't aiming to be overly quiet when she accidentally dropped a basket of tennis balls onto her piano. The noise was bright and discordant, not quite resolving into a melody but not sounding as bad as one might think.
Frozen in place, guilty holding a tennis ball and waiting for the rest to stop bouncing and for the ring of the piano to die away, she glances slowly at the pair on the couch, wondering who, if either, will wake up first.
with illusions of someday cast in a golden light
