Room 227, Thursday Noon

Being a snake was a little boring, if you asked Natalie. Probably had a lot to do with a lack of hands and such. She couldn't exactly read in this form, and while she'd tried, using the computer had turned out to be far too much work.

So, yeah. She'd been mostly spending her time like she was spending it right now: coiled up on her side of the bed. And wondering whether she'd have been less bored had she been an actual snake.

Did snakes even understand the concept of boredom?

[ooc: For the boy. And glorious SP.]