Sunday Morning

With a soft sigh she rolled over for the fifth time and glared at the clock. How could it already be nine? It felt like she went to bed just a few minuets ago! And yet, her body prompted her to wake up. She was horrible tired, but the room was hot and beneath her blanket she was burning. Despite this, she rolled back over and went back to sleep.

She ought to get up. There was a Presidency Meeting she needed to attend at ten and she needed time to get ready and then drive the fifteen minuets it took to get there. But, she rationalized, she already knew what she was going to wear so she could afford a few more minuets of sleep.

A few minuets was really all she got the first time. The next time she glanced at the clock it said 9:10. With a grumble she tried to sleep again. 9:30. Without bothering to rationalize her reluctance to get up, despite the heat and the need to get going, she once again tried to sleep.

Finally, at 9:40 she got up. From there things proceeded downhill - the price for procrastinating waking up. The dress she had resolved to wear did not work, it took forever to find anything that would work, and by the time she was finished with her makeup it was 10:20. It was her own fault she'd missed the Presidency Meeting - but secretly she was glad of it. Despite claiming to have forgiven her for a hurtful incident previously, Ink didn't like a certain Advisor to the Presidency. Since the meeting was scheduled to be at this certain Advisor's house, Ink wasn't too heartbroken over missing it. It wasn't like she contributed to the Presidency at all anyway. She was the Secretary, and she hadn't attended very many meetings. In fact, she could probably count on one hand the amount of meetings she had actually attended. The truth was, Ink didn't want to be in the presidency at all. She'd agreed because it wasn't really acceptable to say no, but she didn't want any part of it. It wasn't that long ago that Ink had been the President herself and it had been stressful and a lot of work and she was ready for a nice long break. To be promptly called back in was like being told she had to have her teeth pulled out without pain medication.

Her stomach growled restlessly and she clenched her fists, trying to ignore it. Her breath stank, but she couldn't find her toothbrush. Somehow it had disappeared from last night. It was going to be a long four hours and her Grandmother wasn't about to let her eat after. Fast Sundays...she tried to be optimistic about them, tried to look at them with the Faith and valor they deserved, but she couldn't help the gloomy trepedation that came with such days.

There was a knock on the door and her sister game in.
"Ink, it's time to go," she said cheerily.
Ink regarded her with slight begrudging. Sure, she could be cheery, she probably ate that morning. She shouldn't have. She was eight now, she ought to be able to fast like the rest of them, but she didn't.
Pulling herself off her bed and out of her journal, she left the room to go where all Sunday's require: to church.