❝ there was a difference between living and existing, and for the first time, phoebe felt like she was living. and wasn't that a marvellous thing?❞
[book 1]
in which a boy calls a girl irrelevant, but somehow manages to fall in love with her anyway...
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The tent may have been lavishly decorated, but the fabric was truly awful at keeping out the morning sun, which persistently entered through every single knitted fiber every time it rose. Phoebe tossed and turned, trying to hide from the insistent light, but there was no point. With a groan, she accepted her fate and sat up, hearing at least three different joints crack as she stretched, yawning loudly. Lucy made a small noise of discontent as the light reached her, lifting the blanket up over her face to shield herself, but to no avail. The new day was here, and it wouldn't wait a single second before forcing the girls to claim it, apparently. At least there wasn't some kind of trumpet fanfare.
Still, Phoebe fell back down onto her bed and rolled onto her stomach with a groan. She wasn't at all ready for this new day, especially not at such a ridiculous hour. Susan mirrored the noise, and Phoebe let out a tired laugh. It seemed not a single one of them was content to be woken up but the persistent Narnian sun. Phoebe supposed it did make for a bit of a change from England in spring when it could rain every second, though. A gasp suddenly came from Phoebe's right, and she cracked one of her eyelids open (with great pain from the bright light) to see Lucy sitting bolt upright, suddenly awake. Susan seemed to have had the same reaction as Phoebe - slightly disgruntled curiosity.
"Susan! Phoebe!" Lucy's voice was an excited, shockingly alert (considering her state just a few brief, peaceful minutes earlier) whisper. Susan and Phoebe both just mumbled incoherently in response, neither one quite ready to commit to full sentences when their beds were just so warm. "Ed's back today! Ed's back!" Phoebe smiled softly into her pillow, her eyelids wavering between open and shut steadily. Even if Phoebe knew she wouldn't be able to sleep, it was nice to entertain the thought for a few moments. The rings around her neck were pressing into her skin, almost uncomfortably, but Phoebe knew that if she rolled back over she'd have to deal with the sunlight.
"That's nice, Lucy," Susan mumbled, "I'm going back to sleep now." Phoebe laughed at that, one small sound muffled by her pillow. Phoebe didn't see what happened next (due to the pillow) but she heard a quick exhale from Susan as though she'd been hit with something, and Phoebe could only assume Lucy had thrown her own pillow at her sister in an attempt to wake her up. What Phoebe did not assume, however, was that Lucy would target her next, although as the pillow hit her, she realised that it was the logical course of action.
"Good morning to you too." Phoebe groaned rolling over onto her back, the sunlight infiltrating the small barrier her eyelids provided. Blinking rapidly, Phoebe peeled her eyes open, reaching up with one hand to half-heartedly rub at them as she adjusted to the harsh light in the tent. "I'm sure Edmund won't mind waiting five more minutes." Phoebe heard a breathy laugh from Susan, but merely a frustrated sigh from Lucy. "I'm up, I'm up. Don't hit me with another pillow, or I will hit back, promise." As Phoebe slowly pushed herself back up (once again, at least seven joints cracked) she looked over at Lucy, seeing that a small smile had broken out over the younger girl's face, obviously happy that someone else was now, to an extent, as awake as she.
