#brat!!!

something impatient  in tapping fingers & a bouncing foot,    kept to the rhythm of the record that croons its tune into the room from its unassuming corner.     SHE NEVER WAS ACCUSTOMED TO STILLNESS,    rather often being in want of anything to stave off the ever - looming threat of restlessness.    & so is it not such a trial that she must remain unmoving,    akin to the figures of stone that line the halls of the kamenserdtse,    allowed hardly a twitch ?    OF COURSE,    she never was one for restrictions,    either.     her fingers continue to tap,    her foot continues to bounce,    & amidst it all her lungs fill with her restiveness,    & she huffs a sigh.    as much as natalia enjoys the attention of his gaze,    her bones are humming to move.    ❝    how much longer ?    ❞