kneaded her face against the soft, comfortable sheets; the way old sheets always were.
She didn’t want to get up. Her arms, back, and neck were aching.
But no matter which way she turned, the light always found a way to her eyes.
Grudgingly, she opened her eyes and stretched. She raised her arms over her head and arched her back, trying to get rid of the soreness plaguing her.
There was still so much to be done.
She had thought that painting the house would be fun, but just the one wall alone in the morning made her regret her decision.
Thank God for the paint sprayer that Justin brought over. It made painting so much faster and easier. Holding the paint sprayer and looking up at the ceiling was tiring, but definitely way better than using her rollers and brush.
Then there was the prepping of the other room. There was no escape from that.
She had to wipe the walls, wash it, and do all those preparations before she could start painting.
Thank God for Justin.
With his help, they had cleared both rooms and the tiny walkway outside the rooms. While she spray-painted the rooms, he had gone on ahead to clean the walls by the stairs.
Without him, she would probably still be painting her bedroom today.
Turning on her back, she moved her arm over her eyes and tried to block out some of the light streaming into the room.
She groaned when she heard the knock on her door and, with great effort, sat herself up on the bed.
“Paige?”
It took her a moment to react. She didn’t want to get off the bed, but it was rude to pretend she was still sleeping.
Swinging her legs from the bed, she plodded over to open the door.
“Good morning, dear. Do you want to go church with us?”
No, her aching muscles cried. Besides, she was sure God wouldn’t care much for her missing attendance.
“Wash up and get changed.”
Paige blinked. Mrs. Seymour had asked politely enough, but clearly an answer wasn’t required of her.
“I’ve already brewed the coffee, I’ll get started with breakfast,” Mrs. Seymour continued, then went down the stairs before Paige could say anything.
Paige closed the door and leaned back against it, gazing at the bed. She wanted so much to crawl back into it.
She didn’t like meeting new people. For a long time now, she had learned to keep to herself and stay away from people she didn’t know or people she wasn’t well acquainted with. One point for bed.
But she did move out here for a fresh start. One point for church.
She yawned again. Bed wins.
She dragged her feet back to bed. On the way back, she grabbed her cell phone from the desk and set a ten minute alarm.
Just ten minutes.
She didn’t know how it was possible, but she fell asleep and jumped when the alarm rang. Moaning quietly into her pillow, her arm reached over to the nightstand to shut off the alarm.
Ten more seconds, she told herself.
No! The responsible her shouted.She wouldn’t be able to get off the bed if she lingered there for another second. She pushed herself off the bed and headed straight into the bathroom to wash her face.
She didn’t dare to glance back at her bed; she wasn’t sure she could resist its temptation.
The warm shower did make her feel better, but the soreness in her muscles were still screaming for the bed even as she dressed.
She went down the stairs, smiling when she saw Justin in quite a few of the photos on the wall.
With a warm smile, she settled into one of the seats around the dining table.
“You look tired,” Mr. Seymour commented, putting down his newspaper. “You should’ve let me help.”
“You’re already putting me up and feeding me. Besides, Justin helped me with the painting.” Speaking of Justin, Paige stole a peek at the old-fashion clock with a swinging pendulum.
“He’s a helpful boy to a few selected people,” Mrs. Seymour said as she came out of the kitchen with a plate of bacon and eggs for her. “I doubt he’ll be joining
She didn’t want to get up. Her arms, back, and neck were aching.
But no matter which way she turned, the light always found a way to her eyes.
Grudgingly, she opened her eyes and stretched. She raised her arms over her head and arched her back, trying to get rid of the soreness plaguing her.
There was still so much to be done.
She had thought that painting the house would be fun, but just the one wall alone in the morning made her regret her decision.
Thank God for the paint sprayer that Justin brought over. It made painting so much faster and easier. Holding the paint sprayer and looking up at the ceiling was tiring, but definitely way better than using her rollers and brush.
Then there was the prepping of the other room. There was no escape from that.
She had to wipe the walls, wash it, and do all those preparations before she could start painting.
Thank God for Justin.
With his help, they had cleared both rooms and the tiny walkway outside the rooms. While she spray-painted the rooms, he had gone on ahead to clean the walls by the stairs.
Without him, she would probably still be painting her bedroom today.
Turning on her back, she moved her arm over her eyes and tried to block out some of the light streaming into the room.
She groaned when she heard the knock on her door and, with great effort, sat herself up on the bed.
“Paige?”
It took her a moment to react. She didn’t want to get off the bed, but it was rude to pretend she was still sleeping.
Swinging her legs from the bed, she plodded over to open the door.
“Good morning, dear. Do you want to go church with us?”
No, her aching muscles cried. Besides, she was sure God wouldn’t care much for her missing attendance.
“Wash up and get changed.”
Paige blinked. Mrs. Seymour had asked politely enough, but clearly an answer wasn’t required of her.
“I’ve already brewed the coffee, I’ll get started with breakfast,” Mrs. Seymour continued, then went down the stairs before Paige could say anything.
Paige closed the door and leaned back against it, gazing at the bed. She wanted so much to crawl back into it.
She didn’t like meeting new people. For a long time now, she had learned to keep to herself and stay away from people she didn’t know or people she wasn’t well acquainted with. One point for bed.
But she did move out here for a fresh start. One point for church.
She yawned again. Bed wins.
She dragged her feet back to bed. On the way back, she grabbed her cell phone from the desk and set a ten minute alarm.
Just ten minutes.
She didn’t know how it was possible, but she fell asleep and jumped when the alarm rang. Moaning quietly into her pillow, her arm reached over to the nightstand to shut off the alarm.
Ten more seconds, she told herself.
No! The responsible her shouted.She wouldn’t be able to get off the bed if she lingered there for another second. She pushed herself off the bed and headed straight into the bathroom to wash her face.
She didn’t dare to glance back at her bed; she wasn’t sure she could resist its temptation.
The warm shower did make her feel better, but the soreness in her muscles were still screaming for the bed even as she dressed.
She went down the stairs, smiling when she saw Justin in quite a few of the photos on the wall.
With a warm smile, she settled into one of the seats around the dining table.
“You look tired,” Mr. Seymour commented, putting down his newspaper. “You should’ve let me help.”
“You’re already putting me up and feeding me. Besides, Justin helped me with the painting.” Speaking of Justin, Paige stole a peek at the old-fashion clock with a swinging pendulum.
“He’s a helpful boy to a few selected people,” Mrs. Seymour said as she came out of the kitchen with a plate of bacon and eggs for her. “I doubt he’ll be joining
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