seattle; friday ft
Sam was staring at the ceiling.
Luckily, that was by choice. He wasn't sick or injured or currently the captive of some supernatural baddie. Nope, he was just laying on the floor of his music room, staring up at the ceiling. Being that close to the ground, even in a house as big as his, meant he could feel the dead things around him.
It finally didn't freak him out.
Taco was curled up against his side, snoring quietly. Sam wished he had Taco's ability to fall asleep anywhere. There was jazz music on the record player, filling the room with sound and energy that almost made Sam want to get up.
Almost.
But, it felt good to stretch out and close out the world for awhile. James could handle the house, Haley could handle James, Brid could take care of the Council and everything else could wait awhile. Taco was all the company he really needed. If he got bored, he'd talk to his pet chupacabra.
The thought alone was enough to make Sam snicker.
[NFB but open for the usual things!]
Luckily, that was by choice. He wasn't sick or injured or currently the captive of some supernatural baddie. Nope, he was just laying on the floor of his music room, staring up at the ceiling. Being that close to the ground, even in a house as big as his, meant he could feel the dead things around him.
It finally didn't freak him out.
Taco was curled up against his side, snoring quietly. Sam wished he had Taco's ability to fall asleep anywhere. There was jazz music on the record player, filling the room with sound and energy that almost made Sam want to get up.
Almost.
But, it felt good to stretch out and close out the world for awhile. James could handle the house, Haley could handle James, Brid could take care of the Council and everything else could wait awhile. Taco was all the company he really needed. If he got bored, he'd talk to his pet chupacabra.
The thought alone was enough to make Sam snicker.
[NFB but open for the usual things!]