Room 512, Tuesday Morning
"Gnghghghghhhh," Edward said intelligibly, to the sun.
"Nrghghglkjgk," he added, a minute later. The sun continued to behave irrationally regardless.
"Mghghk," he sighed. The sun made a point of jabbing him repeatedly in the eyeballs.
He yanked the blankets over his head. It seemed like a sound compromise.
[[ ... can be open, yes. don't drink pan-galactic gargle blasters, children! ]]
"Nrghghglkjgk," he added, a minute later. The sun continued to behave irrationally regardless.
"Mghghk," he sighed. The sun made a point of jabbing him repeatedly in the eyeballs.
He yanked the blankets over his head. It seemed like a sound compromise.
[[ ... can be open, yes. don't drink pan-galactic gargle blasters, children! ]]