Room 226, Saturday evening
Wyatt woke up, yawned, stretched, and rolled over to check the clock. It was dark out, so it had to still be pretty early in the morning and therefore no reason to get out of bed yet. The blue LED lights of the alarm clock told him it was almost 5:00 AM, so he made a sleepy sound and sank down in his pillow.
Then he realized that the little dot that meant "AM" hadn't been lit up. 5:00 PM? He'd slept through the entire day? He sat up abruptly and tried to get out of the bed, but his legs got tangled in the blankets and he fell, sprawling on the floor. Cursing, he stood up and hobbled over to turn on the light, then sat back down on the bed to inspect himself. He'd managed to scrape his knee and elbow, but his healing ability made short work of that. Too bad he hadn't been able to use it as a kid. He had a couple of scars from childhood adventures that it would've been nice to get rid of.
[ooc: Open. Wyatt's sleep patterned after his mun, who just woke up as well, wtf.]
Then he realized that the little dot that meant "AM" hadn't been lit up. 5:00 PM? He'd slept through the entire day? He sat up abruptly and tried to get out of the bed, but his legs got tangled in the blankets and he fell, sprawling on the floor. Cursing, he stood up and hobbled over to turn on the light, then sat back down on the bed to inspect himself. He'd managed to scrape his knee and elbow, but his healing ability made short work of that. Too bad he hadn't been able to use it as a kid. He had a couple of scars from childhood adventures that it would've been nice to get rid of.
[ooc: Open. Wyatt's sleep patterned after his mun, who just woke up as well, wtf.]