MCA #4, Monday Morning
Nov. 10th, 2014 11:45 amA blanket of thick fuzz laid on top of Atton's mind-- sounds drifted in and out of his ears like he was hiding underneath the covers. Hangover, he registered vaguely, then tugged the actual sheets up over his actual head because too much light was filtering in through the windows.
He drifted back into sleep.
( Then he drifted out of it again. )
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He drifted back into sleep.
( Then he drifted out of it again. )
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