George
George stood in the door way of his little wood cabin, just breathing. He was tired, and it was late. The moon was shining brightly. It was autumn and the temperature had just started to cool down. Taking off his boots he went inside. Moving ever so quietly so as not to wake his stepdaughter Cecilia, he crept to the sink to wash his face of the dirt and grime. The cabin was a one room place which he kept up well, despite his measly income. Finally he finished washing and knelt down to the floor to pull his bed role out.
Cecilia groaned and rolled over. George looked up at her from where he was squatting on the floor, and caught her dreamy eyes. She smiled in her special way that made George feel like a father, and he smiled affectionately back.
George stood in the door way of his little wood cabin, just breathing. He was tired, and it was late. The moon was shining brightly. It was autumn and the temperature had just started to cool down. Taking off his boots he went inside. Moving ever so quietly so as not to wake his stepdaughter Cecilia, he crept to the sink to wash his face of the dirt and grime. The cabin was a one room place which he kept up well, despite his measly income. Finally he finished washing and knelt down to the floor to pull his bed role out.
Cecilia groaned and rolled over. George looked up at her from where he was squatting on the floor, and caught her dreamy eyes. She smiled in her special way that made George feel like a father, and he smiled affectionately back.