Room 418, Saturday Morning
Seely blinked awake, it was the weekend, which meant only one thing, cartoons.
Hair sticking up every which way, Seely tumbled out of bed, and scrambled over to the closet to start rummaging through the clothes to find something to wear other than his Bitterwoman pajama bottoms.
[open to the roomie, if she's about, but others welcome too]
Hair sticking up every which way, Seely tumbled out of bed, and scrambled over to the closet to start rummaging through the clothes to find something to wear other than his Bitterwoman pajama bottoms.
[open to the roomie, if she's about, but others welcome too]