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

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[kicksurkidsass]

The door flew open and there was a mad dash of feet against the floor before an energetic six-year-old tumbled onto the bed.

"Yo, pops, get up!"

[sixstandingby]

"John, get the hell out of my room," Gavin mumbled, too sleepy to realize that the person was not John sized at all.

[kicksurkidsass]

"Huh, dad's not here, pops!" Hubert bounced, shaking the bed. "Get up, I'm bored!"

[sixstandingby]

Gavin opened his eyes and...stared. "You're in the wrong room."