Tuesday

The winter breeze blew through her short blond hair as she stepped out of the cabin careful not to bump her head as she pulled her jacket close to keep warm. She stood. Ears alert and stared out into the woods as she heard a soft rustle of leaves coming from that direction. She froze. Her breath inaudible.
“Christina?” His booming voice sounded through the trees that surrounded the four acres.
She let out a long held breath and relaxed, it was only Wilson.
“Yeah, it’s just me.” Christina stifled a yawn and decided sleep was going to cure her exhaustion. She sauntered to the cabin. A pile of criminal cases sat on the table untouched. She ignored them and climbed into bed. She would do them some other time. Right now, she wanted to sleep.
The sound of someone opening the cabin door interrupted her dream. After the same thing having happened so many times before, she knew what was coming. In any second, Wilson was going to burst in, and attempt to get her out of bed.
She covered her face with a pillow and hid under covers. The footsteps came closer to her as she counted. “Three, two, one.” They stopped and she peaked from under the covers taking in his appearance.
Wilson’s chestnut brown hair looked as if he was the one who had been sleeping. His black eyebrows accentuated his big green eyes. He wore an unpleased face and his lips formed a straight unhappy line.
“Christina, come on.” He said, his soft voice making her wish she did not feel guilty. He was always trying to get her to do her work. Each time Christina had a stack of papers waiting for her, she tended to let them keep sitting. The thought of all the menacing work ahead of her frightened her to the point of hiding from it.
“Just finish your work so more doesn’t pile up.”
She shut her eyes closed, deep in thought. Finally, she let out a heavy sigh and swung her feet around so they were touching the ground.
“Okay.” It seemed the dreadful task of reading criminal cases remained inevitable.