she’d been up before the sun, sure to be silent as the dawn as luke slept restfully beside her. grabbing one of her many sketchbooks off the make-shift apple crate-table and a pencil from the recycled can of art tools on the floor beside it, she began to draw by the light of the rising sun. her eyes adjusted quickly to the dark, and before she knew it, luke was stirring beside her, sitting up and peering over her shoulder.
❛ g’morning, ❜ she mumbled, tired-ness clogging her voice, and bags puffy beneath her eyes. she’d moved to charcoal somewhere in the last hour. ❛ before you ask, yes, I’ve been up for a while. ❜ she shot him a sleepy smile, a smudge of gray smeared across her cheek.