1992 Valencia Rd. - Late Saturday Night
Reefside has been very peculiar lately, at least in terms of the weather. Earlier it had been sunny and beautiful, but sometime in the late evening the rain had set in. By this point it's a torrential downpour, a significant change from the drizzle it had been earlier.
Tommy doesn't care. His 4x4 has a cover over it to keep the interior dry, the windows of the house are closed against the wind and wet, and his room has the perfect balance of temperature and humidity for a good, refreshing rest. Tommy's curled contentedly in bed, cocooned in an eiderdown and sound asleep. It's notable that he's sleeping on his right side rather than his left.
After earlier? There's no way he's going to be rolling over the other way anytime soon.
He gives a little murmur and burrows further into the covers, lulled deeper into sleep by the lashing of the rain against the windows and sides of the house. Surely nothing could disturb him, could it?
Tommy doesn't care. His 4x4 has a cover over it to keep the interior dry, the windows of the house are closed against the wind and wet, and his room has the perfect balance of temperature and humidity for a good, refreshing rest. Tommy's curled contentedly in bed, cocooned in an eiderdown and sound asleep. It's notable that he's sleeping on his right side rather than his left.
After earlier? There's no way he's going to be rolling over the other way anytime soon.
He gives a little murmur and burrows further into the covers, lulled deeper into sleep by the lashing of the rain against the windows and sides of the house. Surely nothing could disturb him, could it?