Post by pierce on Mar 15, 2016 12:24:41 GMT -5
As planned, Cleo took to an abnormally early bedtime and arose close to three thirty in the morning. She had told her mom of the hiking venture, who was pleased to hear about it - so much so that she insisted Cleo use her hiking boots instead of the simple sneakers she was thinking about using. She didn't have very sturdy footwear, usually opted for heels around campus and slippers at home. The sneakers were the closest thing to active wear she had... so it was a real blessing that her and her mom's feet were a half a size off.
She felt just like the early birds chirping sweetly outside her bedroom window as she stepped in to her room after taking a refreshing shower - dressing in the almost too casually comfortable clothes she had. All the preparations had been done the night before. She wanted to ensure Cliff's safety against a potential newspaper beating after all! Her hiking checklist was near completion already - the day filled with walking and easy conversation becoming more and more anticipated by the hour. But it was still so early!
Since she had no collars to iron down, nor any hemlines to fret with, Cleo focused some extra attention on her hair - drying it and tying back the wavy locks in to a style more visually appealing than the ole run of the mill ponytail. It made her feel that much more confident and put together, even though she almost felt like a different person in jeans and hiking boots. It didn't feel bad really, just not normal!
With everything done upstairs, Cleo ventured down to the kitchen where her mother had set out a little sack breakfast for her. She fished around inside of it and pulled out half an almond butter and marmalade sandwich, finishing it off pretty quickly in order to brush her teeth before the imminent text from Cliff came. She could practically feel the time closing in, the birds chattering a little more frequently as she put everything she needed in to her backpack.
Thinking it would be pretty clever to simply wait on the porch for his arrival, Cleo made sure everything was in order and hopped out the door - so cheerful at the prospects of the day ahead.
She felt just like the early birds chirping sweetly outside her bedroom window as she stepped in to her room after taking a refreshing shower - dressing in the almost too casually comfortable clothes she had. All the preparations had been done the night before. She wanted to ensure Cliff's safety against a potential newspaper beating after all! Her hiking checklist was near completion already - the day filled with walking and easy conversation becoming more and more anticipated by the hour. But it was still so early!
Since she had no collars to iron down, nor any hemlines to fret with, Cleo focused some extra attention on her hair - drying it and tying back the wavy locks in to a style more visually appealing than the ole run of the mill ponytail. It made her feel that much more confident and put together, even though she almost felt like a different person in jeans and hiking boots. It didn't feel bad really, just not normal!
With everything done upstairs, Cleo ventured down to the kitchen where her mother had set out a little sack breakfast for her. She fished around inside of it and pulled out half an almond butter and marmalade sandwich, finishing it off pretty quickly in order to brush her teeth before the imminent text from Cliff came. She could practically feel the time closing in, the birds chattering a little more frequently as she put everything she needed in to her backpack.
Thinking it would be pretty clever to simply wait on the porch for his arrival, Cleo made sure everything was in order and hopped out the door - so cheerful at the prospects of the day ahead.