chasing stars to lose our ::shadow:: {MJ}
Sept 23, 2012 21:36:17 GMT -5
Post by Raseri on Sept 23, 2012 21:36:17 GMT -5
Trey Cooper awoke to the sweet silence of morning, a kind of silence that he thought of as relaxing rather than uncomfortable as he did with other sorts of quiet. It wasn't that there was no sound at all--in fact, it was quite the opposite; the air was alight with the calls of the sparrows and the light swoosh of the wind blowing through the trees, sounds of a season that wasn't quite autumn but that couldn't very well call itself summer. Even though he had closed the blinds over his small bedroom window last night, the sunlight shone through, the blinding tendrils of light seeping through the cracks and crawling in to rest upon his lightly closed eyelids.
They drifted open, little peach-colored doors creaking slowly on their hinges to reveal two drowsy orbs of striking sienna, orbs that were soon met by a pair of calloused fingers to rub the cloudy haze of sleep away and reintroduce their usual chocolatey shine. After his arms were stretched out to his sides in the spirit of his usual morning ritual, Trey rolled indolently onto an elbow to lay eyes upon the sleeping form beside him, the reason for the slight concavity in his matress. He could have disturbed Roselyn then, waking her with a light nudge on her pale shoulder and maybe a hushed whisper of "Good morning, Jumpy" in her ear, possibly accompanied by the smallest peck on the cheek--but instead, Trey decided that she looked too content to disturb. It was the first time that he had seen her like this--she'd been happy, terrified, elated and upset, but Trey hadn't yet been introduced to the look of total serenity that now radiated from her features. So instead of a light nudge or a wake-up kiss, he eased up off the bed, hoping that the light creak of the springs wasn't enough to pull her out of her trance.
Trey sauntered into the kitchen, not bothering to change out of his pajamas or even run his fingers through his hair--all he did was yawn and scratch a particularly itchy spot on the crown of his head. His feet were met by the cold shock of the smooth linoleum floor as he stepped into the small room that doubled as a dining area. The clock above the stove read ten thirty, which was surprising considering that he and Rose had went to bed early the night prior. Then again, they had had quite an interesting day. The time also meant that his father had gone off to work, and his mother... she had forgotten to cook the bacon--something she hadn't forgotten to do in about a year.
With a sigh, he realized this, and he set off to find those succulent strips of meat that were the very center of his morning existence. After fishing around in the fridge for a while, Trey found a small package buried in the depths of his freezer in the midst of a few ice-burned packages of frozen corn and peas. He ripped it open with cold and eager fingers, firing up the stove and sliding the strips of meat onto a frying pan, and soon his ears were met by the sweet sizzle of the grease against the cast-iron skillet.
After inhaling the irresistible aroma of the sizzling meat on the stove for what seemed like hours to the poor young teenager (for he had been deprived of his bacon when he was so used to it being ready when he woke up), his breakfast was finished cooking. Trey sat down at the table and dug into the food, ignoring the way the hot grease stung at his mouth and burned his throat as he chewed and swallowed. If Rose had been there, he might have shared, but since she wasn't he decided that he's better eat quickly lest she wake up before he was finished. Surprisingly, the girl seemed to enjoy bacon almost as much as he did, and he had seen how much food she could put away even in just a short amount of time. It may have been a little bit greedy of him, but then again he had worked hard for his bacon--for this package alone he'd given the butcher three of his little wooden trinkets, which in total had to have taken at least two weeks to finish.
He ate in near silence, listening to the crunch of the crispy strips in his mouth and the natural hum of the forest outside. Before too long, a high-pitched squeak crawled in through the hallway, the sound that was always emitted when a new visitor unknowingly stepped on the creakiest floor board in the house. Without looking, Trey knew it was Rose. He hurriedly stuffed the last two strips of bacon into hjs mouth and dropped his greasy plate in the sink, returning to his place at the table just in time to utter a greeting to the drowsy girl in the doorway.
"Morning," Trey told her simply, a smile spreading across his face.words: (I'm counting for the PAT) 850
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