Room 518, Saturday Morning

[sixstandingby]

It'd been a late night and now it was an early morning. There was no way Gavin was going to be moving for awhile. Even if he hadn't partaken in some of the spiked punch, he'd still be curled up in bed, content to just sleep the day away. After the past few weeks, he thought this was a good way to spend the day. No zombies, no gremlins, no nothing but his blanket and pillow.

Ah, about to be interrupted bliss.

[for the wee one WITH THE HAIR!]