Post by Victory James on Jun 7, 2009 19:23:30 GMT
Victory plopped her stuff in the drawers. Since everything was just now getting here, it was pretty neat on her side. The sheets were red and ready for the perfect nap. Her posters of Rafael Nadal, and Steffie Grat were on the ceiling so she could stare at them all day. Her pictures of home were on the bed stand and her Ipod was on the charger.
She scrolled through the songs, and one of her favorite oldies came on the screen. She clicked it. "Mississippi Queen! If you know what I mean!" She sang as she flopped on the bed, playing the guitar in the air. Her hair and clothes matched the sheets and made it seems as if her head was moving around without a neck or body. She was in the zone.
As she wriggled the sheets began to move off the bed, and she was moving with it. Soon, she was on the ground knocking over neatly placed stacks of hers, and scrambling papers everywhere. As she stood, the music audible outside of the headphones, she smiled. "Now this is a room!" She muttered. The place looked like her old room, and as she moved the sheets to the bottom of the bed, she remembered days in Russia. She turned off the music and crossed her legs on the bed, peaceful in a place of rest.
She scrolled through the songs, and one of her favorite oldies came on the screen. She clicked it. "Mississippi Queen! If you know what I mean!" She sang as she flopped on the bed, playing the guitar in the air. Her hair and clothes matched the sheets and made it seems as if her head was moving around without a neck or body. She was in the zone.
As she wriggled the sheets began to move off the bed, and she was moving with it. Soon, she was on the ground knocking over neatly placed stacks of hers, and scrambling papers everywhere. As she stood, the music audible outside of the headphones, she smiled. "Now this is a room!" She muttered. The place looked like her old room, and as she moved the sheets to the bottom of the bed, she remembered days in Russia. She turned off the music and crossed her legs on the bed, peaceful in a place of rest.
