Ivy BlancWhen she woke up, it was early. She knew because her boyfriend was still asleep. White-haired, small, frail Ivy Elizabeth Blanc sat up in bed, plagued by the nightmares she'd been having lately. She was tired, but it wasn't like she could just go back to sleep. It didn't work like that. She shook the person sleeping next to her, attempting to wake him up. No use. Over the years, he'd become a heavy sleeper. She looked at the clock on the nightstand. 9:30. Perhaps the mail had arrived? She needed something to take her mind off the nightmare she'd had.
She'd dreamed that she was alone in a dark, extremely dilapidated house. She called out, but no one answered. Someone was laughing. There were loud echoes of a not-quite-sane man saying, "He tryna eat my son!". Dreams were dreams, though. Nothing to be scared of.
At least, that's what I'm letting her think.
She ran her hands through her hair, going outside. Snow. Her boyfriend was definitely not coming out of their room today. He despised snow. Ivy, on the other hand, adored it. She fell facefirst into the thick, fluffy pillow of snow, laughing. She got the mail out of the mailbox and walked back inside freezing cold. She dropped the mail on the table and laid on the couch in the living room. She turned on the fireplace, yawning.
She sat up, going to sit directly in front of the fire. "Please, give me a tan..." She sighed. Her skin was always snow white, and she hated it. It was ridiculous. Almost as ridiculous as not opening your mail when you get it.
We can't hold that against her, though. She's a woman. Believe me, we're all crazy.
She went back into her and her boyfriend's room, laying down. He mumbled something a bit like, "Get your coldass feet away from me."
She whispered, "Sorry." Ivy lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. Today was going to be great.