Morning, Room 229

[alchemic_bean]

Edward made like a lump under his blankets. Despite his best attempts at ignoring it, October had rolled around again. He contemplated just staying in bed all day and avoiding people especially Alphonse but knew that was futile. He lay in bed, stared at the ceiling, and sighed.

He still wasn't any closer than he was a year ago.

It was going to be a long day.