Claire (claire_is_lost) wrote in castaways_rpg, @ 2005-04-12 08:37:00

Early morning, Christopher woke me up crying again. This was becoming a schedule. It was amazing how the very second he started crying, I was up and tending to him. This time, he was hungry. I nursed him, burped him, changed him, and he settled in for more sleep.

I went back to bed for a few more winks of sleep.

Hours later, I awoke to the sun streaming through the cover I had put on the window. It was so bright in the hut. I had obviously slept in.

Christopher was just looking around, studying his hands as he waved them about. I dressed, stretched, and left the hut. I had to speak to Locke.

I heard some commotion at Boone's hut....didn't know what was going on there....probably people hearing of his injury.

I knocked softly on Locke's door, then poked my head in. He was rummaging through something. "Hey," I said quietly, not to startle him.

{tags: locke}

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