A tale of the titanic with Thomas Andrews

 promenade

As the sun came up, one passenger in particular aboard the titanic was stirring and rose from her deep sleep. As she pushed her satin sheets to the side, slowly getting up she walked over to the window and pulled the curtains open. It indeed was dawn, still dim with the hope of light reflecting on the dark surface of the ocean. She couldn't wait for the day to begin. A few hallways down a certain cabin was already well lit, the oil from the wax lantern was starting to fade as the lights were turned on designs of ship models were neatly placed upon the mahogany tables, this cabin in specific was one of the best furnished suits aboard the titanic. However it's occupant was already awake and had a slower then normal morning. Normally he would have been up for hours earlier checking the ship's status and maintaining maintenance on little details like tightening door handles and checking the ships broilers. Normally someone below his level status would have had the little jobs, but Mr.Andrews insured to it because he couldn't leave a job no matter how big or small to someone else, it just didn't sit right with him. However he had already check with the ships captain and the head stewardess and everything was accomplished which left nothing for Mr.Andrews to complete, he's explored the ship a thousands times and knows the in and outs of her better then the back of his hand, after all she was his greatest creation thus far. He didn't get much sleep, if any he was dreaming upon a certain brunette with the most exquisite completion and she always had him laughing. He dreamt of his arms around her waist as they stood on the first class promenade over looking the endless sea, with thousands of possibilities, as her hair blew in the wind their lungs inhaled the salt water spray from the ocean beneath them.  Thomas had his morning tea, and tried to come up with new designs for new ships his clients wanted. But yet again he had put done him self, all of the designs would be sent to Harland and Wolf the company that put the titanic in motion. He had nothing left to do, his time creating on the ship was coming to a halt as he pondered his mind on what to do next. "That's it" he said out loud as he walked to the telephone. "Trudy, it's Thomas Andrews I have a favour to ask you"
Changed POV
As I began getting ready for the day I had my corset fastened without mother's help as I hadn't wanted her to see my stitching, I slid into my dress and began on my hair and make up, when I thought I was the only one up I heard Trudy exit the room before I had time to ask her where she was headed. Odd, she hardly ever just walks out on us especially straight thing in the morning, I had wondered if she had a new beau. The next thirty minutes seem to slew bye as I had look upon myself for any flaws in my make up or hair the mirror hadn't projected even the slightest. I think I shall be fine as long as I don't get hugged I laughed to myself and tried to sneakily hop out the door when I heard my parents stir. "And where might you be off to miss, I bought we had breakfast together" I turned around trying not to blush "yes mum I was just going to explore the ships promenade and then meet for tea" "I suppose that's alright, you look exceptional doll my only ask is that you stay up on the first class promenade" I nodded eagerly and left the room as my parents began to get ready. I climbed a few flights of stairs and had two sets of doors open for me before I was enchanted with the sight of the promenade, hardly anyone was out at this hour and I got to watch the sunrise. It was slightly chilly out hear, I had no idea how long I would be out here but if it became to cold I could always go looking for Trudy.