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He had held his own against the accursed morning light for as long as possible, but he was finally beginning to crack. He didn't hate the sun, but he was never a morning person. Maybe it was in part because his nights were usually filled with activity instead of lying alone in a bed. But between the sunlight slipping onto his face from the window and the noises echoing from somewhere deep into this strange place, he couldn't fight for sleep any longer. Cracking his eyes open, the expected sight graced him. A foreign room. He had known it even before his clouded mind drifted on the edge of consciousness. The smells were clean, not at all like the sensual aroma of his own room, and the noises echoed from the depths of a house bigger than any he had ever been it.
Diamond Sea Star · Thu Jan 06, 2011 @ 05:03pm · 0 Comments |