The sun was already shining through the window, yet she did not feel rested. Certainly she’d stayed up far past any decent hour reading over Justin’s letters. She wanted to be sure she had not forgotten one word he’d written to her—wanted to think of him sleeping comfortably in another room close by instead of miserably on the hard ground. As always, Justin’s letters had so absorbed her, she’d quite lost track of the time. Thus, by the hour she finally did retire, it was to find Savannah sound asleep and snoring. The worries, fears, and losses the war had brought had caused Vivianna to become a very light sleeper. Any strange or unexpected noise woke her and kept her awake with worry and anxiety. Thus, Savannah’s snore, soft as it was, had made the night seem long and void of good rest. Yet now Vivianna sat up, stretching her arms, arching her back. She was sure the others were already up and about. This fact was made certain as she heard voices.
What do You think about Beneath The Honeysuckle Vine?
