You live up in a mountain. Most of the people that know of your existence call you a 'hermit'. So, you were excited when two men went knocking on your door. Though, they weren't there to give you some company. They were there to recruit you for some...
I'm once again awakened by the disembodied voice that guides me. Is this my conscious walking about without my knowledge- or is it something I don't understand yet?
Seeing as how the voice hasn't led me astray not once- I start my morning 'normally'.
Though, the rest of the house seems untampered with- the kitchen has some 'new features'. Large duffle bags of food have been shoved into the kitchen. Almost overflowing into the living room.
I guess Toby got some extra food for my cooking! How kind. He's honestly super sweet.
Slowly but surely, the new instruments to my parade of food have been stacked, pilled, and shoved into their new homes.
Afterward, I decided to take a shower, (of course with the babies out of harm's way), and get dressed in some of the garments Tᴏʙʏ's graciously laid out for me.
The outfit had a lot fewer layers than what I was used to but I still put it on. A white blouse, an orange sweater, and a black pair of slacks.
I looked like a pumpkin- but a very fashionable one at that. Who knew Tᴏʙʏ had such great taste?
After rushing to get my 'work boots' on, a familiar teen wanders into the cabin- making me put on my face gear messily to shield my identity from him.
