Room 307, Monday Morning
Apr. 15th, 2013 08:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dollpocalypseOkay, fine, the subject heading was a lie. It was pretty much afternoon by the time Topher opened his eyes, blinked rapidly, stared at the ceiling, and pulled his blankets tight around him.
"I'm never getting up," he announced in a barely-coherent mumble, and then he rolled onto his side and dozed off again.
For the record, he kept his word for an hour and forty-five minutes. Then he got out of bed for long enough to stand up, open the door as if considering going into the hall, and then return to sit on his bed with the door cracked open. Baby steps.
[[door cracked, post open!]]
"I'm never getting up," he announced in a barely-coherent mumble, and then he rolled onto his side and dozed off again.
For the record, he kept his word for an hour and forty-five minutes. Then he got out of bed for long enough to stand up, open the door as if considering going into the hall, and then return to sit on his bed with the door cracked open. Baby steps.
[[door cracked, post open!]]
