Room 206, Monday Morning
Oct. 1st, 2007 12:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dark_slippy_thingValentine woke up in his own bed, quite secure in the notion that it was his own bed thank-you-very-much, smiled, stretched, and sat up.
For yet another weekend of crazy, he had been accused of being a creepy pervert far less than he had been the last time he woke up with no recollection of his current life.
Though he had been accused of it...
He'd have to stop waking up that way.
He stretched again, yawned, and looked around the room.
And when he saw the pile of masks by the window from the night before, he groaned and decided that perhaps he should go back to sleep after all. He didn't want to clean the mess just yet. What in the world was he supposed to do with forty-seven discarded faces?
(Just, you know, getting my wake-up on. Open for whatever.)
For yet another weekend of crazy, he had been accused of being a creepy pervert far less than he had been the last time he woke up with no recollection of his current life.
Though he had been accused of it...
He'd have to stop waking up that way.
He stretched again, yawned, and looked around the room.
And when he saw the pile of masks by the window from the night before, he groaned and decided that perhaps he should go back to sleep after all. He didn't want to clean the mess just yet. What in the world was he supposed to do with forty-seven discarded faces?
(Just, you know, getting my wake-up on. Open for whatever.)
