Refreshed and feeling much more alive than she had upon waking, Ceilí slipped on a pair of flats and made her way down the stairs, noting that the outer door had ceased its creaking at some point. She postulated the rising temperatures had somehow improved the door's fit.
The weather outside corresponded perfectly with that prophesied by the radio; the sun blazed gold and warmth hit Ceilí like a wave. Not a cloud obstructed the light from the absurdly green grass sprouting in the cracks in the sidewalk.
As Ceilí basked in the comfortable heat, a trickle of lilting music caught her ear and pulled her attention around the corner of Watershed Heights. She followed the unusual, bouncy melody to the (normally abandoned) parking lot across the street north of Watershed. There, bright posters and tents invited her into the carnival that had, rather sketchily, arrived and set itself up in the middle of the night. Ceilí wandered the perimeter, wondering if it was worth checking out and glancing around, hoping no one was watching. She threw one leg over the railing encasing the back of the carnival and climbed over, dragging her other leg over and scraping her shin in the process.
A grimy brown-orange dog followed Ceilí, slipping through the slats of the fence with some effort; it was a little too fat. The dog began pulling at the hem of her skirt and nipped a couple times at her heels. Ceilí didn't appreciate the attention and nudged the dog back towards the fence. Angered by her disinterest, the dog barked several times. Ceilí, worried that someone might be drawn to the fact that she had hopped the fence, gave the dog another, more forceful push, then pushed her way between the creased vinyl tent walls into the carnival proper.
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