Fairytale?

Chapter 33- Early For Enthusiasm

But, there are hours of lonely musing,
Such as in evening silence come,
When, soft as birds their pinions closing,
The heart's best feelings gather home.
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(warning: sexual content)
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It was just before dawn on the second of May that Sanya sat up in bed, hating herself. She had not been able to sleep a wink- not even a flutter of lashes!
Of course, that was probably because she had come home from a very long walk with Lucy the previous evening, and then had fallen asleep till ten at night- but, really! She needed sleep. More than an evening's sleep!
Even Selene had never woken up this early!
"Maybe there's some good songs playing." She thought out loud, getting out of bed and crossing over to where her radio was.

Her room wasn't in darkness, because she always kept a very bright, orange night-light on- but it still took her a few tries to get the contraption switched on.
She blamed it on being new to this world, still. She had been here a few years- it would be four, in September, which truly boggled her mind- but she had not acclimatised to everything.
She had tried, she had made an effort, she had researched, she had gone along with every piece of advice she had been given- but she hadn't adapted as firmly as she had after leaving Rihaaya and moving to Narnia.

But getting used to Narnia, despite initial sleeplessness and agony, had happened unconsciously- she had not had to work hard to become used to the place. One day, she just had become used to that- and another day, a cold and snowy one, she had realised that she considered it a home.

She didn't think she would ever feel that way in this world.
No matter how much she tried, or how special friendships with people who belonged in this world were- even if she and Edmund got back together romantically, she didn't think she would think of it as home.
Perhaps a comfortable, cosy inn- but not home.

But it was the world she was stuck with- and she had made the choice. She had not been manipulated, or guilted, or scared into it- she had decided to come here, because she had lost all but one, and that one had to return to this world, too, with or without her.
She'd made the choice which let her stay with Edmund. Although she regretted the nature of the choice and its implications- she didn't regretted staying with Edmund, and she did not regret that she hadn't given up on him.

She would never regret being with Edmund.

"I really, really, really need sleep." She muttered to herself, fiddling with the dials of the radio- which was the one that adjusted the volume, she couldn't have it blaring on and waking up the whole house- oh, why was Ed's torch in Narnia when she needed it-

There was a crackle, and then sound- but it wasn't a song that Sanya heard.

"German state radio announced late last evening that Adolf Hitler is dead. According to latest reports from Germany, the dictator fell fighting Bolshevism-"

Sanya stood stock-still for what felt like an eternity. The man on the radio kept talking, but the same three words repeated over and over and over in her mind.

Hitler is dead. Hitler is dead. Hitler is dead.

"Grandmother!" She yelled, throwing the door open and bursting into Maude's room. "Grandmother, wake up-"

Maude, a sleep-mask on her face and covered with thick blankets, did not wake up. She remained asleep- or, more likely, pretended to remain asleep, because Sanya's loud voice could wake up sleeping giants.