Sholeh had stayed up all night reading. Zeela had the body today, so Sholeh hadn't thought anything of reading until the sun came up. She could always nap later, while Zeela had classes or whatnot. Even once the book was done, she'd sat in the corner of her bed, a slight smile on her face, day-dreaming about the story she'd just finished.
=I don't understand you at all,= Zeela sleepily complained. =If you want to do stuff, just go out and do it. Why spend all your time reading and daydreaming about it.=
Sholeh opened her mouth to explain, but the tune that began was rather unexpected. "I'm as mild and as meek as a mouse."
=You said it, I didn't.=
"When I hear a command I obey. But I know of a spot in my house. Where no one can stand in my way."
*One of those days, then?* Zhahar mumbled.
No chance to answer. The music was in charge and Sholeh was rising dramatically to her feet. "In my own little corner, in my own little chair, I can be whatever I want to be. On the wings of my fancy I can fly anywhere and the world will open its arms to me." She pirouetted on the bed, then let her arms fall gracefully to her sides.
"I'm a young Egyptian princess or a milkmaid
I'm the greatest prima donna in Milan
I'm an heiress who has always had her silk made
By her own flock of silkworms in Japan
I'm a girl men go mad for love's a game I can play
with cool and confident kind of air.
Just as long as I stay in my own little corner
All alone in my own little chair."
She sank back down to the bed.
=If this is going to happen all day, I'm skipping class,= Zeela said, yawning.
*Maybe you'll be lucky and it's just her,* Zhahar encouraged.
=When does this kind of thing stick to just one person?=
*True. Sholeh, is the song over?*
"I can be whatever I want to be.
I'm a thief in Calcutta I'm a queen in Peru.
I'm a mermaid dancing upon the sea!"
*...I don't think the song's over.*
"I'm a huntress on an African safari..." Sholeh said, standing straight up on the bed and saluting. "It's a dangerous type of sport and yet it's fun! In the night I sally forth to seek my quarry..." She dropped to her knees, bringing her hand up over her eyes to peer around. "...And I find I forgot to bring my gun!"
A facepalm which turned into into a wrist pressed against her forehead. "I am lost in the jungle all alone and unarmed when I meet a lioness in her lair--then I'm glad to be back in my own little corner! All alone...in my own...little chaaaaaaaair."
- Room 216, Friday Morning