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Chapter 3: Emptiness
Mary awoke in her bed in the nursery, feeling very tired and a little empty. It was Thursday morning. She had her night off the last night, but she couldn't for the life of her remember what she did. Probably just sat in the park and read, she thought. Content with that explanation, Mary rose, and woke Emma and Lucy.
"Good morning, Mary Poppins!" Emma said brightly, reaching out to hug her nanny. Mary smiled, and accepted the hug.
"Good morning, Emma," Mary said, sitting on the little girl's bed. "Did you sleep well?"
"I did! Did you, Mary Poppins?"
"I slept well, but honestly, I feel a little strange," Mary said.
"Strange?" Lucy asked. "Didn't you have a wonderful night off?"
"I suppose I did," Mary replied absently. Before the children could ask more about her night, she continued. "Now let's get ready. Shall we go to the park?"
Emma and Lucy nodded. They dressed, and went downstairs for breakfast. As usual, the Norringtons had left for the day, leaving Mary and the girls to do as they liked.
After breakfast, they made their way to the park across the street.
As they passed the park gate, she spotted a man drawing with chalk on the sidewalks. She smiled. He looked familiar, but she couldn't remember why. He was facing the ground, concentrating on his art, so she couldn't see his face. She must have seen him here before, drawing. She and the girls continued walking into the park…
As she passed, the man looked up. He smiled at the pretty young lady with the parrot umbrella, followed by two young girls. Something about that parrot umbrella reminded him of someone he used to know, but he couldn't remember who. He shrugged, and turned back to his art. If he really knew her, he'd remember soon enough…
Mary sat at her bench by the stream, while Lucy and Emma played with their dolls in the shade of a tree. She stared across the park, deep in thought. She was wondering why she had no memory of the previous night, or why that pavement artist looked oddly familiar.
Mary Poppins, you are losing your senses, she thought to herself. She frowned, rolling her eyes. Practically perfect, indeed.
She didn't feel practically perfect. Her magic hadn't worked yet that day, and she didn't feel as cheery as she usually did. Something was missing.
Author's Note: Sorry it's so short! More to come I promise! How about a REVIEW?
