Spring Break

Groggily he woke, opening his eyes to a familiar ceiling however, not the one he normally awakens to. He groaned as he curled up off from the hard floor. He has used an array of blankets to cushion his fabric nest for the night, but none of them were thick enough to make him forget the stiff floor. He sat there in a daze for quite a long time, trying to focus on something other than his aching back and shoulders as they mended back into the position that he was born with, and not straight like the floor.

A golden light slowly began filling the room as the rising sun peeked over the horizon and into the small windows of the room. My eyes caught a young girl in the midst of dreaming on the only bed in the room. She had said she hadn't wanted the bed however the hard floor must've changed her mind. Feeling only a slight bit better the young man got up and left the room to strech his legs out. The chill of the wintery spring morning was a refreshing as he went about cleaning his teeth, brushing his hair and emptying his bladder. He was always the first to get up, and to entertain himself he settled down onto the computer.

He didn't really want to be here, even if it was his home that they spent the entire time. In hospitality he had offered his room and bed to his friends, however now he had regretted that decision. Where he wanted to be was somewhere else, maybe at that comic-convention that he missed yesterday. He had missed it sadly to hang out with friends who, for the most part, disliked such hobbies. It wasn't a decision of regret, he had been getting a little obsessed with it anyways and a break from it was good, however what saddens him is missing the chance to be childish and without care.

What he and his friends had done last night wasn't that far from child's play. They sat around an orange flame that flickered lightly.