How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace...
HOW DO I LOVE THEE- ELIZABETH BARRET BROWNING
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PUSHING HER THOUGHTS ASIDE, Margaret descended down the stairs of the Cuthbert household. After the last night's dream, Margaret couldn't help but wonder about her sanity. She pulled on the sleeves of her sweater as her feet came to a stop on the bottom of the staircase, her arms raising above her head as she stretched her back. Then, she heard loud footsteps thumping down the stairs, and she moved to the right, just when Anne was about to jump on her back, causing the girl to stumble and fall down.
"Margaret!" the girl shockingly exclaimed, sprawled on the floor like a starfish while the older girl stood above her with an apologetic look, offering her a helping hand. "Sorry, Anne." she lowly said as the small redhead accepted her hand. As Anne got to her feet, she immediately ran for the kitchen, causing Margaret to shake her head slowly.
Margaret followed her slowly, as she heard clattering and clinking of the pots and pans in said kitchen. She looked around, noticing that the house looked fairly empty. She couldn't help but think about the house in her dream. It was so beautiful and giant, and the fridge was always full. The more she thought about it, the realer it all seemed. The dream was so vivid, and now it was so hard to differ it from reality. Since the house was empty, besides Anne and herself, Margaret assumed that Matthew and Marilla weren't home, so she just shrugged and accepted the defeat of having to eat Anne's eggs and toast for breakfast. She brought her hands to her face, rubbing and slapping her cheeks to wake herself up.
"Do you want some jam?" Anne asked, taking out a jar from the cupboard, as Margaret nodded slowly. "Sure." Anne had a smile on her face as she placed the jar on the table, before putting out two plates, along with two hard boiled eggs and four pieces of toast bread. "Thanks, Anne." Margaret smiled as Anne offered her a spoon for her jam.
"Lily asked me to join her for grocery shopping today." Anne informed, taking a spoonful of jam and spreading it on her piece of bread. "That seems nice. You should go." Margaret replied, watching as the redhead bit into the toast, a small amount of jam smearing on her upper lip. Anne swallowed her bite before wiping her lip with her sleeve. "Why don't you come with us?" Anne asked, making Margaret shrug as she peeled her egg.
"I'm not really feeling well today." Margaret replied. It wasn't exactly the truth, but it wasn't far from it, either.
"So I can see." Anne mentioned, watching as her sister struggled to peel the egg. "What's wrong?" she asked, watching Margaret intently as the girl sighed, placing her spoon on the table. "I have to ask you something." Margaret started, and Anne nodded vigorously, implying that she continues talking.
