PHOEBE
Phoebe was about to mess those plans up though, not really one to sit around in bed, especially when her boyfriend had clearly vacated. She wasn’t terribly surprised by that, she was sure he had plenty of chores to attend to, and the earlier they got done the better. As she stretched, a small smile curved her lips, remembering the sleepy exchange. Briefly she wondered if he meant it, or if it had been a sleep deprived stupor that brought it on.Either way, she was going to cherish it.
Slowly she rose, straightening out her dress and slipping her shoes back on. Without a brush her hair was rather impossible to work with. Fishing in her pockets she found a hairtie and quickly wound it up in a big messy bun atop her head so she could deal with it later. As pretty as long, thick hair could be, it was also quite a pain. Quietly she made the bed then came out of the room, seeing the three Palmer’s downstairs. ”Good morning! I am sorry I slept so late.” she said a bit embarrassed, face still pale but looking more rested than the day before.
Cause getting your dreams
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
