Rather Be (Open)

"This place is so depressing." Heather mumbled, rubbing her hands across her eyes for a moment, stifling a yawn whilst she did so. "It really needs some form of entertainment, or y'know colour." Heather felt most sorry for the little kids with shiny bald heads or the ones weeling themselves round in wheelchairs, it wasn't fair. None of this was fair.

"Maybe before a strike we should try and sleep?" Heather commented, suddenly more tired than she had been a few minutes before, she was always tired though. Having noticed May's yawn, Heather was suddenly curious as to what time it was, looking around the chapel, her eyes tried to find a clock but either she was suddenly blind or it was hidden because Heather could not see one.