Sleepless Nights and Solitaire

Elizabeth returned to her room happily ladden down with books. Lots and lots of books.

She'd also grabbed the post on the way up, and idly wondered what Janet had ordered from Logitech. She dropped the box on the bed and moved to the bookshelves, ready to reorder them.


[[ooc: door's open]]

Elizabeth was curled up on her bed, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Hugging a stuffed dog to her chest, she's staring at the page of one of the children's books she bought from Mr Phale yesterday. But she's not turned from the first page since she opened it, and if you tried to ask her what she was reading, she couldn't say.

[ooc: The door is closed, so it's pretty much locked to roommates or anyone who knows Elizabeth well enough to talk their way in]

Elizabeth is lying, curled up on her bed with a stuffed bear.

A small, neatly wrapped box is sitting on the bedside table.

She's trying to read; the same book she's been reading ever since she was in the library after Speech class.

Her mind keeps flashing back to the trip she made to Mali and the Ivory Coast. She can hardly believe how young and naive she had been. How back then she thought that she could help change the world.

She seems to reread the same paragraph over and over again

"A tumble? Oh, yes - out of the swing," said Katy, as it all came slowly back to her. "Did the rope break, Aunt Izzie? I can't remember about it."

She always reached for books from her childhood whenever she felt down.