Feet lifted, breaking the surface of the pool again and again. They were slow in their movement, each foot taking its time to savor the feel of the cool water and the contrasting heat of the sun when lifted. It was a pleasant sensation, even if these pools were nothing close to the crystalline waters she was used to back home.
Slim fingers turned the page of the book she was buried in, her attention half on the words and half lost inside the depths of her own thoughts. It made it hard to retain what had been written, to keep any of the information given in the text. But that was exactly why she picked a book she knew by heart. One she’d read over and over again through the years. Nothing would come as a surprise from this book.A shadow overtook the sun that illuminated the page, darkening her reading… or, rather, darkening the lines she was following out of habit. She didn’t lower the book as she twisted, hand coming up to shield her eyes as she looked to the blockage.
“I believe there is a saying about being a better door than a window…”
After a moment, she turned back to her book.
“Either sit down, or kindly move. You’re blocking my light.”
