Canada
Although I don't need to sleep I feel a great comfort knowing it's Desmond's bed so I can't help myself.
06:00
I sit up and look at the sun outside the window. Turning to the bed I press my hand against where he'd be laying.
My heart is in two. I'm not whole without him.
Turning slowly I get out of our bed and walk to his wardrobe where I'd usually get his clothes out for the day.
I'd then turn around and he'd be fast asleep again.
I chuckle to myself.
"That silly man." A distant smile fades as I can't hear his heavy breathing.
Such a gentle sleeper he never snores or even thrashes around just dead silence, I've had to check if he's still with me sometimes.
The wind blows through the curtains. A odd chill runs up my body as I shake out of my daze I tidy the bed up.
When My George and Etty lived here I'd usually wake them up.. or Etty would wake them up.
The room spotless, you can only clean a room so many times before it's overkill.
Exiting the room i look down the hallway and back the other way, a haunting silence through a usually booming house.
Mornings... Etty would stomp past me and I'd have to get George out of his room. Desmond would already be downstairs.
My eyes twinkle as I look back on them memories.
I haven't been into their rooms for a while now I think of it...
Walking I get to George's room his being opposite to ours, opening his door to the dark room.
I never open the windows or blinds, it's how he liked it. Maybe I hope my baby will come back one day..
Snooping around at all his books I run my finger along the only photo he has. I pick it up and body is lifted with a sense of happiness.
Summer 24'
George was nine, it's all of us. Bella Violet, Athena, Avery and Theodore..
Theodore, a man that Desmond looks up to. I don't understand why he's a maniac and only lives for the moment! But I respect him non the less for Desmond's admiration.
Placing the photo down I turn back and check the room out as I leave, closing the door I look at Etty's room.
Making my way and entering My eyes are flashed with bright colours of China teapots and wallpaper, her room being very girly it was a delight to be in.
It would always smell of scented candles usually a pomegranate type smell.
My face creeks a smile as I look to her cups and pots.
An avid collector of antiques, a girl so spiratic like Etty you'd never expect her to have such a gentle pleasure.
Only a few years ago Desmond and her had became more like Father and Daughter, she takes a lot from Desmond more than she'd like to imagine.
