The marry crackle and pop of the fire softly accented the quiet chatting of her fellow dorm mates. They hadn’t been back long, and Kitty was still not quite back on the schedule of school. Curled up with her feet under her Kitty’s sleepy eyes trailed lightly over the beautiful pictures, and skimmed though the words of the Egyptology book her mother had gotten her for Christmas.
Going to get the tree, sledding, decorating cookies, and visiting family had left no time for reading. Kitty had to stay up almost all night the two nights before returning to get her school work done. But, she’d finished it. Kitty was a firm believer that she did her best work at the last second, something her mother frowned on but said nothing about as long as Kitty maintained a B average. But now she had time, and tired or not Kitty wasn’t going to waist it!
The smooth glossy texture of the pages made the tiny girl grin tiredly. Over the break she’d heard about curse breaker as a profession, and that was the profession of the week for her. How exiting! It was one of the reasons Kitty asked for this book, from the bit of information she’d heard a lot of curse breakers spent time in Egypt to study the ancient curses used in the various ruins.
The gentle murmur of voices combined with the warmth of the room didn’t help Kitty’s sleepiness. Someone sat down on the couch with her but Kitty was too focused on not falling asleep and reading her book to really notice. Perhaps seeing the normally bouncy, energetic girl sitting still and quiet kept the other person from attempting to break her concentration, because they didn’t say anything and Kitty quickly forgot they’d even sat down.
Blink by tired blink sleep gained ground in the battle to remain awake. As it slowly filled her mind like mist the voices of students seemed to change into the voices of her family, and without realizing it the tiny girl began to list to the side. And when she half toppled onto the person sitting next to her Kitty just muttered something sleepily and snuggled into the warmth of the other person, her tired mind telling her that it was just one of her brothers, and they always did make the best pillows.