Post by Lynn O'Toole on Mar 28, 2008 21:08:31 GMT -5
Lynn walked into the student lounge tiredly as she rolled her shoulders gently reubbing her neck with the hand that wasn't holding her cane. She felt so beat. She hadn't gotten any sleep the night before and had trouble paying attention in her classes that day. Luckily she always recorded leactures on a tape recorder. That way she didn't have to worry about someone being around to read what she would've written down if not for the tape recorder.
She found herself a sofa and plopped down letting out a gentle sigh. She dug around in her bag and pulled out an mP3 player and a book in braile. She plugged the earbuds into her ears and turned on the mP3 letting the music fill her dark world while she laid her head back and closed her eyes, stretching out comfortably on the sofa. Her other hand that wasn't skimming over the bumps on the paper that made up the braile language was rubbing her neck softly.
She loved to read, even if it was in braile and not with her eyes. It allowed her to get away from everything for an hour or two. In books she could be whoever the hell she wanted to be. She could be a damnsel in distress saved by the white night, or a Private Investigator trying to solve the latest myster. Someon who could actually see... She smiled gently as she read about the strong willed damnsel that defied all the rules of the time.
She found herself a sofa and plopped down letting out a gentle sigh. She dug around in her bag and pulled out an mP3 player and a book in braile. She plugged the earbuds into her ears and turned on the mP3 letting the music fill her dark world while she laid her head back and closed her eyes, stretching out comfortably on the sofa. Her other hand that wasn't skimming over the bumps on the paper that made up the braile language was rubbing her neck softly.
She loved to read, even if it was in braile and not with her eyes. It allowed her to get away from everything for an hour or two. In books she could be whoever the hell she wanted to be. She could be a damnsel in distress saved by the white night, or a Private Investigator trying to solve the latest myster. Someon who could actually see... She smiled gently as she read about the strong willed damnsel that defied all the rules of the time.
