Free Write 3-6-2013

Moira Ellison woke early on the fifth of June with a horrible sense of foreboding, she had no idea why this feeling was upon her, but it was there. Rolling out of bed she pulled on a pair of jeans, boots, and a shirt, and walked to the bathroom. Going through her morning routine she brushed her teeth, added make up, fixed her hair, a messy bun today, she didn't feel like breaking out the heavy machinery and walked downstairs checking her phone, no missed calls or messages.