The park was quickly becoming her favourite place to haunt. Especially at the cusp of nighttime, when Day would be walking away from the dorms whilst everyone else seemed to be headed home. Childish as it may be, Day had missed it quite a bit. Either sitting at the top of slide, watching her spider friends weaving their homes or climbing atop the the monkey bars and star gazing. Today she was just on the swings, shoes kicked off by the little playground’s entrance.
Not swinging -- just sort of hanging onto them, rolling backwards so her hair was dragging in the dirt and blood rushing to her head. She was giddy with the dizziness, giggling to herself and her dirtied feet. Till she opened her eyes to see someone else in park. Day pushed herself up right and pushing her long dress down (even though it was still covering everything). She blinks, embarrassed. Till the blood starts rushing down and she smiles instead, “Good evenin’.”
