Sep 30, 2005 17:06
The door to room 405 has been left slightly ajar. Anakin is sitting bare chested and cross-legged in the center of the room. His bed is floating a good foot off of the ground, as are three gremlins who thought that an Anakin with his eyes closed meant an Anakin who wasn't aware of them trying to sneak up on him. They are chittering to each other, probably plotting revenge.
Anakin doesn't care. Deep in the void of the Force he is trying to find calm, peace--something that has never come easily to him, and something that hasn't come at all since his scare with the Dark Side on Saturday.
Blowing out a breath, he opens his eyes and drops the bed and the gremlins with a thump. His head falls onto chest.
He could use a distraction. Or a warning, since the gremlins are sneaking up and determined to get payback...
woe,
yearbook food,
beka,
zombie weekend