He wakes up alert, having dreamt about her but with straight hair- apparently enough of a change to alter her entire perception of him. One hand moves south and gains a liquid start to the day and he thinks, “Is there a finer start to the day?” as he cleans up the sticky mess.
Lying in the morning light, waiting to deflate and be decent, he breathes slowly and smiles at the peace surrounding him. Apart from the smell, everything inside his bubble of a room is just right: from the posters to the piles of CDs, DVDs and books. It is a little haven for him from family, from school, even from friends. Moments like these, lying awake before the true start of the day, are the moments he lives for: peace and quiet before the bubble bursts.
Grudgingly, having heard a call from somewhere else, he swings his legs out of bed and dons the weekday uniform. Then he stands staring at the back of the door to psyche himself up for all that will follow.
He opens the door and is immediately hassled by his sister. Breakfast is a noisy affair. Moyles is somehow more annoying than normal. The bus is late and crowded, he has to stand. The classroom is a cacophony of youths screaming and yelling. The first headache of the day arrives and he longs to be going back in bed, staring through his bedroom at the moon while his hand thinks of her.
Lying in the morning light, waiting to deflate and be decent, he breathes slowly and smiles at the peace surrounding him. Apart from the smell, everything inside his bubble of a room is just right: from the posters to the piles of CDs, DVDs and books. It is a little haven for him from family, from school, even from friends. Moments like these, lying awake before the true start of the day, are the moments he lives for: peace and quiet before the bubble bursts.
Grudgingly, having heard a call from somewhere else, he swings his legs out of bed and dons the weekday uniform. Then he stands staring at the back of the door to psyche himself up for all that will follow.
He opens the door and is immediately hassled by his sister. Breakfast is a noisy affair. Moyles is somehow more annoying than normal. The bus is late and crowded, he has to stand. The classroom is a cacophony of youths screaming and yelling. The first headache of the day arrives and he longs to be going back in bed, staring through his bedroom at the moon while his hand thinks of her.
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