Peering over the screen Josceline saw that Allenâ€™s back was turned to her, grabbing her nightgown she pulled it over her head with ease, adjusting it here and there so it flowed down her tiny body perfectly, the yellow shade of the gown added color to her normally pale skin. Grabbing her hair brush off the table next to the tube, she walked over to the chair by her bed and faced Allen, brushing the wet knots out of her hair. â€œSome strawberry preserve for the toast would be nice.â€ She said half-heartily, wondering if she would even be able to eat in the morning.<br/><br/>Josceline brushed her hair as she watched Allen work. Tomorrow was going to be a big day, a long day for sure and she was not ready at all. â€œI will take my breakfast in here. I do not wish to be bothered by people. The less people I see the happier I will be. As for the dress, I do not think it matters which one I wear. All of them are so dark and depressing. I know you would die, but I would wear my lovely purple dress if I could.â€ She laughed at the thought.<br/><br/>Getting up, she put her hair brush back down and went to stand next to her queen size oak bed. The bed was huge for someone as small as her, she couldnâ€™t even touch the foot board when she laid out straight. â€œThat will be all, Allen.â€ She said turning her back as she crawled into bed to sleep.