wash bag on her bed.
“Let me try, my brother Cameron would never get up when we were at home. So I'm pretty good at this.”
As she walked back over she hooked Adele's pillow from her vacated bed, swung it above her head and smacked Lily square on the head.
“What the…!” Lily yelled as she sprang up on her arms blinking her eyes, desperately trying to focus. She looked up towards a wide-eyed Helen who simply raised a hand and pointed behind her. Turning, her eyes focused on Adrienne who was standing still holding the pillow, a smug smile on her face.
“Told you, never failed me yet. Morning, sleeping beauty,” she added, tossing the pillow back onto Adele's unmade bed and sauntering back towards her own area to get ready.
“That's no way to wake someone,” Lily grumbled pulling herself up into sitting position facing Helen and stretching out the kinks that the small sprung bed had put into her back and shoulders.
Helen felt her face flush as Lily's stretching accentuated her breasts. Standing, Lily sleepily pulled the legs of her bed shorts down from where her sleeping position had pushed them.
“Morning Helen,” she mumbled, her mouth dropped open as she took in the neat bed beside her.
“You're dressed and your bed is made!” Lily said astonished, rubbing at her still sleepy eyes with the heel of her hand.
“How long did I sleep in?”
“Not too long.” Helen replied. “You go freshen up and I'll take care of your bed,” she offered, reaching down to the floor to retrieve the blankets from Lily's bed.
Lily flashed a grateful smile. “Thank you, I'm not much of a morning person,” she admitted, pulling her things from her locker and passing the others as they left the bathroom. By the time she'd returned from the bathroom washed and dressed, Bay Four was ready for the day; Helen was just finishing mopping the floor, wringing out the mop into the bucket which Adele took outside and poured into the dirt. As she returned they heard Foster's voice ringing out along the bays.
“Fall in.”
Quickly putting her wash bag back in her locker Lily pulled her shoes on and ran along with the rest of the bay to line up outside, zipping her zoot suit as she ran.
***
“Someone from Bay Two washed out,” Adele said as she placed her mess tray down and sat beside her bay mates.
“Already?” Marjorie asked surprised. “But we've not even been near a plane.”
Adele shrugged as she tucked into her breakfast, “Something showed up in the eye test.”
The other women looked at each other in silence each thinking the same thing - Now it was real.
Lily looked over at Helen and gave her a hesitant smile, “Thank you again for earlier.”
Helen raised her attention from her oatmeal, “You're welcome. So when you say you're not a morning person. You mean you're really not a morning person.”
Laughing Lily shook her head, “Not that early, no. Being a musician you keep odd hours, it's more likely getting in at dawn, not usually getting up,” she smiled broadly. “So you're a morning person then?”
Helen scrunched her face up. “I never thought I was, but growing up on bases with my father means I'm conditioned to either sleep or wake depending on what the bugle is playing,” she grinned.
“Ladies!” Foster's voice captured the mess hall’s attention. “This morning you will be allowed to go into Sweetwater, the General Store should be able to cater for all your clothing and shoe,” she looked pointedly at Adrienne, “requirements. On the notice boards there is a list of the items you will need, remember your ration books.”
Foster raised her voice over the low rumble of the women starting to talk excitedly amongst themselves.
“The truck will be leaving at nine am, those of you that drove yourself here are permitted to take your own vehicle into town. You should be back on base by twelve noon.”
Foster took a breath to sustain her voice for the final set of instructions,
“Let me try, my brother Cameron would never get up when we were at home. So I'm pretty good at this.”
As she walked back over she hooked Adele's pillow from her vacated bed, swung it above her head and smacked Lily square on the head.
“What the…!” Lily yelled as she sprang up on her arms blinking her eyes, desperately trying to focus. She looked up towards a wide-eyed Helen who simply raised a hand and pointed behind her. Turning, her eyes focused on Adrienne who was standing still holding the pillow, a smug smile on her face.
“Told you, never failed me yet. Morning, sleeping beauty,” she added, tossing the pillow back onto Adele's unmade bed and sauntering back towards her own area to get ready.
“That's no way to wake someone,” Lily grumbled pulling herself up into sitting position facing Helen and stretching out the kinks that the small sprung bed had put into her back and shoulders.
Helen felt her face flush as Lily's stretching accentuated her breasts. Standing, Lily sleepily pulled the legs of her bed shorts down from where her sleeping position had pushed them.
“Morning Helen,” she mumbled, her mouth dropped open as she took in the neat bed beside her.
“You're dressed and your bed is made!” Lily said astonished, rubbing at her still sleepy eyes with the heel of her hand.
“How long did I sleep in?”
“Not too long.” Helen replied. “You go freshen up and I'll take care of your bed,” she offered, reaching down to the floor to retrieve the blankets from Lily's bed.
Lily flashed a grateful smile. “Thank you, I'm not much of a morning person,” she admitted, pulling her things from her locker and passing the others as they left the bathroom. By the time she'd returned from the bathroom washed and dressed, Bay Four was ready for the day; Helen was just finishing mopping the floor, wringing out the mop into the bucket which Adele took outside and poured into the dirt. As she returned they heard Foster's voice ringing out along the bays.
“Fall in.”
Quickly putting her wash bag back in her locker Lily pulled her shoes on and ran along with the rest of the bay to line up outside, zipping her zoot suit as she ran.
***
“Someone from Bay Two washed out,” Adele said as she placed her mess tray down and sat beside her bay mates.
“Already?” Marjorie asked surprised. “But we've not even been near a plane.”
Adele shrugged as she tucked into her breakfast, “Something showed up in the eye test.”
The other women looked at each other in silence each thinking the same thing - Now it was real.
Lily looked over at Helen and gave her a hesitant smile, “Thank you again for earlier.”
Helen raised her attention from her oatmeal, “You're welcome. So when you say you're not a morning person. You mean you're really not a morning person.”
Laughing Lily shook her head, “Not that early, no. Being a musician you keep odd hours, it's more likely getting in at dawn, not usually getting up,” she smiled broadly. “So you're a morning person then?”
Helen scrunched her face up. “I never thought I was, but growing up on bases with my father means I'm conditioned to either sleep or wake depending on what the bugle is playing,” she grinned.
“Ladies!” Foster's voice captured the mess hall’s attention. “This morning you will be allowed to go into Sweetwater, the General Store should be able to cater for all your clothing and shoe,” she looked pointedly at Adrienne, “requirements. On the notice boards there is a list of the items you will need, remember your ration books.”
Foster raised her voice over the low rumble of the women starting to talk excitedly amongst themselves.
“The truck will be leaving at nine am, those of you that drove yourself here are permitted to take your own vehicle into town. You should be back on base by twelve noon.”
Foster took a breath to sustain her voice for the final set of instructions,
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