Room 206, Saturday Morning
Valentine's night had been, as nights rife with nightmares tend to go, not the greatest night ever. There had most certainly been kicking and flailing about, and so he wasn't terribly shocked to find that when he woke up in the morning, he was alone in his bed.
With a sigh and a stretch, he oozed out of bed to greet the day. Some stretching. Some juggling. Pulling on his best ripped coat. Smiling over at the girlfriend where she slept in her be--
...
"Naminé?"
[For the girlfriend, of course!]
With a sigh and a stretch, he oozed out of bed to greet the day. Some stretching. Some juggling. Pulling on his best ripped coat. Smiling over at the girlfriend where she slept in her be--
...
"Naminé?"
[For the girlfriend, of course!]