Post by Preston A. Lodge III on Nov 20, 2007 14:33:12 GMT -5
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After a long and hectic day, there was only one thing Preston was looking forward to, which was a good night’s sleep. He stepped down from his carriage and took his horse in a small shelter behind his homestead.
Preston: Sleep tight old boy…
(Preston smiled to his beloved horse as he clapped it on the back)
Coming up to the front door, Preston turned around and glanced at the evening sky. He smiled. It was rare to see such a beautiful sunset.
Preston entered his enormous home which seemed even larger by knowing he had it all for himself. He locked the door gently behind him and walked into the living room, which was untouched since the departure of Albert and Annabelle.
Quickly he began to light up every corner of the room. After a while he just stood still, looking around at the furniture’s which had been used by his friends.
He thought to himself how wonderful it was to have his closest friends in town and what delightful news of a pregnancy.
But how will Annabelle manage her new situation having lost her memory?
Preston thought as he sat down on a chair right next to him. How would he be able to help her and could he help Albert as well with any problems there were to follow?
As his mind went crazy with concerns, he came to the thought of what the next day should bring. What was to happen and what sort of event should he introduce and accomplish for his friends and would they approve? All sorts of questions and ideas went threw Preston´s mind, as he sat by himself with candles around him.
An hour passed and Preston had no intention of going of to bed, even through he knew he had to wake up early the next morning and meet with his friends.
As he looked around the living room, a beautiful painting caught his eye. He felt warm as he glanced upon it. The portrait of a woman and her child was one of the most precious things Preston owned. It was a painting that was painted by no other than his dearest friend - Annabelle Emerson.
This was a gift from her several years ago. It was so personal that Preston couldn’t understand why he had the privilege to own it. It was not the only painting he had received from Annabelle, but it was so beautiful that it had become his favorite and meant a great deal to him.
Was this a good idea to show this painting to Annabelle, Preston asked himself? It would maybe be a way to remember some past memory, but what about the child in the painting? Should Annabelle know of this tragedy or has she already been told? Preston didn’t know what to think or do, but as he kept on looking at the painting, something in his mind convinced him that it was the right thing to do, to let her see it once more. Indeed it would only be a good idea to let Annabelle look upon her painting again. It must be....it had to be.
But he promised himself not to say a word about who was portrayed in the painting. It wouldn’t be right to go on and just tell her that this piece of art was self-portraits of Annabelle and her deceased daughter Margaret.
After nearly half an hour, Preston had finally finished wrapping up the painting so it was ready for its journey tomorrow to the hotel. By the time Preston had sited himself once again in his favorite chair, he began to feel sleepy, but NO he thought. He had to plan the happening for the next day. He hated to be unprepared and he wanted to plan every little detail right down to the meals he would recommend.
Preston began preparations in his mind and while thinking, he raised his hand up to his cheek like any person would do when going threw once thoughts. A sudden pain came instantly to Preston’s hand and he quickly lowered it down. While noticing the bandage wrapped around his hand, he remembered his accident he brought upon him earlier in the day. How could he be so clumsy? And how ridicules he must look with this bandage visible for everyone. As he held his hand calm, resting on his lap he began to think further, but in the right direction upon the next day.
It became rather late and Preston was still in his thoughts as he became more and more sleepy. His eye began to sting which made him close them, but only for a little while he thought. But the power of rest was more than Preston could control and he fell into a heavy sleep.
More time passed and suddenly the clock strokes twelve, which was extremely loud especially when enjoying a good night’s sleep.
Preston: Oh for goodness sake!!!
Preston yelled out as he got up instantly from his chair.
He looked briefly at the large clock on the wall with an angry but yet exhausted expression. Well I better go on up to bed, he thought as he began to put out every light in the living room.
Very sleepy, Preston walked out of the living room with a candle in his hand and up the long stairs to his bedroom.
While opening the door to his room, he entered a very large and dark, but very deluxe room which was very huge for its purpose. He walked inside slowly yet hasty to his bed. As he sat down upon his bed, he put the candle on the bedroom table, quickly undressed and got in his silk whitish nightgown. He then blew out the candle and it became instantly pal dark.
There was no light to be seen, which made Preston quickly close his eyes and shortly after fall into a deep and pleasant sleep.
**Continues at the hotel**
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After a long and hectic day, there was only one thing Preston was looking forward to, which was a good night’s sleep. He stepped down from his carriage and took his horse in a small shelter behind his homestead.
Preston: Sleep tight old boy…
(Preston smiled to his beloved horse as he clapped it on the back)
Coming up to the front door, Preston turned around and glanced at the evening sky. He smiled. It was rare to see such a beautiful sunset.
Preston entered his enormous home which seemed even larger by knowing he had it all for himself. He locked the door gently behind him and walked into the living room, which was untouched since the departure of Albert and Annabelle.
Quickly he began to light up every corner of the room. After a while he just stood still, looking around at the furniture’s which had been used by his friends.
He thought to himself how wonderful it was to have his closest friends in town and what delightful news of a pregnancy.
But how will Annabelle manage her new situation having lost her memory?
Preston thought as he sat down on a chair right next to him. How would he be able to help her and could he help Albert as well with any problems there were to follow?
As his mind went crazy with concerns, he came to the thought of what the next day should bring. What was to happen and what sort of event should he introduce and accomplish for his friends and would they approve? All sorts of questions and ideas went threw Preston´s mind, as he sat by himself with candles around him.
An hour passed and Preston had no intention of going of to bed, even through he knew he had to wake up early the next morning and meet with his friends.
As he looked around the living room, a beautiful painting caught his eye. He felt warm as he glanced upon it. The portrait of a woman and her child was one of the most precious things Preston owned. It was a painting that was painted by no other than his dearest friend - Annabelle Emerson.
This was a gift from her several years ago. It was so personal that Preston couldn’t understand why he had the privilege to own it. It was not the only painting he had received from Annabelle, but it was so beautiful that it had become his favorite and meant a great deal to him.
Was this a good idea to show this painting to Annabelle, Preston asked himself? It would maybe be a way to remember some past memory, but what about the child in the painting? Should Annabelle know of this tragedy or has she already been told? Preston didn’t know what to think or do, but as he kept on looking at the painting, something in his mind convinced him that it was the right thing to do, to let her see it once more. Indeed it would only be a good idea to let Annabelle look upon her painting again. It must be....it had to be.
But he promised himself not to say a word about who was portrayed in the painting. It wouldn’t be right to go on and just tell her that this piece of art was self-portraits of Annabelle and her deceased daughter Margaret.
After nearly half an hour, Preston had finally finished wrapping up the painting so it was ready for its journey tomorrow to the hotel. By the time Preston had sited himself once again in his favorite chair, he began to feel sleepy, but NO he thought. He had to plan the happening for the next day. He hated to be unprepared and he wanted to plan every little detail right down to the meals he would recommend.
Preston began preparations in his mind and while thinking, he raised his hand up to his cheek like any person would do when going threw once thoughts. A sudden pain came instantly to Preston’s hand and he quickly lowered it down. While noticing the bandage wrapped around his hand, he remembered his accident he brought upon him earlier in the day. How could he be so clumsy? And how ridicules he must look with this bandage visible for everyone. As he held his hand calm, resting on his lap he began to think further, but in the right direction upon the next day.
It became rather late and Preston was still in his thoughts as he became more and more sleepy. His eye began to sting which made him close them, but only for a little while he thought. But the power of rest was more than Preston could control and he fell into a heavy sleep.
More time passed and suddenly the clock strokes twelve, which was extremely loud especially when enjoying a good night’s sleep.
Preston: Oh for goodness sake!!!
Preston yelled out as he got up instantly from his chair.
He looked briefly at the large clock on the wall with an angry but yet exhausted expression. Well I better go on up to bed, he thought as he began to put out every light in the living room.
Very sleepy, Preston walked out of the living room with a candle in his hand and up the long stairs to his bedroom.
While opening the door to his room, he entered a very large and dark, but very deluxe room which was very huge for its purpose. He walked inside slowly yet hasty to his bed. As he sat down upon his bed, he put the candle on the bedroom table, quickly undressed and got in his silk whitish nightgown. He then blew out the candle and it became instantly pal dark.
There was no light to be seen, which made Preston quickly close his eyes and shortly after fall into a deep and pleasant sleep.
**Continues at the hotel**
Link: Click Here