[drags himself out of bed, rubbing at his eyes & pushing at the hair falling into his eyes]

Need... coffee...

[stumbles out into the hall, walking down the stairs, completely oblivious that the boxers & tank top he fell asleep in got defabricated. Sam walks into the kitchen, blindly going for the cabinet where his mug is, & pouring himself some ( Read more... )

[staggers into the bathroom, still half-asleep]

Five am has never felt so unholy.

[glances at his reflection with bleary eyes, noticing a distinct lack of spots]

... My chicken pox are gone! Oh thank god.