Seaside Moors The present tense of regret is indecision

the coos of her sister awoke her- and soon, she was blinking her eyelids open too. light flooded in; she could make out the forms of others there, though the details were still in a fog-hazed dream. the lump next to her who interrupted the light was the thing emitting the noise that awoke her. and so, feeling a very baby and primal version of annoyance, she rolled closer, intending to lightly swat the loud thing with a tiny paw.