One Strange Midspring’s Morning at Jack’s House: Part I – Getting Out of Bed
Note: This is a three-part series.
He slept very late the previous night, waking when his eyelids couldn’t bear the light, and he wondered where he was. Looking around he saw the clock, then saw his friend putting on a sock… Ahhh! It was the bugger Jack’s house!
9:02 a.m.
“Going out?” he asked with a sleepy face.
“Work,” Jack replied, while tying shoelace.
“Sleep if you want. There’s breakfast in the kitchen,” Jack continued.
“No. I’ll get up now. I’m hungry. I’ll brush then eat the food.”
He buried his face into the pillow and counted till four, then he rose off the bed, shaking his head and stood on the floor.
~ by Prick on June 19, 2008.
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shaaakspsyco said this on January 20, 2009 at 13:09 |