September 28th, 1123 - Cypress
I rolled over in bed for what felt like the hundredth time. My mind wouldn’t quiet. Covering my eyes, I questioned, Why can’t I get you out of my head? I groaned and rolled over again. All I want is to sleep... So let me sleep! Tugging the blanket over my head, I curled up into a ball. I meet you once and all my mind wants to think about is you. I wasn’t like this when I met Hawthorne.
I blinked, pressing my lips together as I remembered Hawthorne’s hostility towards Atticus today. I thought, I can understand him being jealous and angry, but I have to do this for our people. Doesn’t he understand that? It’s not like I want to marry Atticus either, right?
With a snarl, I threw the blankets back and sat up. I tapped the lantern on the nightstand and an electric ball sparked into existence. Grabbing my sketchbook and pencil from the nightstand I tried to think of what to draw. I opened the book to the second page and stared at the blank page.
Were you calling the flowers beautiful? I asked, fiddling with the pencil. Or were you calling me beautiful?
