The Proof is in the Pudding (coffee)
Feb 19, 2013 0:02:45 GMT -5
Post by Devin on Feb 19, 2013 0:02:45 GMT -5
Dawn had just risen over the horizon at the edge of the district, the sun climbing into the sky beyond the fence and spreading its light over the quarries, sending little tendrils of light through the cracks in their walls. The light was still low, with a faint sense of spring dancing with the foggy air at the ground level. Korey stirred, rolling over onto his side. The bed was slightly damp from the window that he'd left open over night, and he slowly opened his eyes, letting them flutter open. It was cold beneath the window, the damp from the morning dew making him chilled. Slowly, he pushed himself up into a seated position, then shoved aside the quilt he'd bee sleeping under, one that his mother had made for him when he was little. His muscles were stiff, aching from spending the previous day hauling rocks, and he rolled his shoulders, trying to ease their strain.
Rising was a slow process, but the smell of coffee coming from the kitchen of the home brought Korey's head up to attention and he finally rose to his feet, wobbling unsteadily as he stepped up onto his feet. Yawning, he scrubbed a hand over the mass of blonde hair at the back of his head, then finally lurched toward the door to his bedroom and out through it, blinking uncomfortably against the light as he headed into the kitchen. He wasn't really thinking yet, his brain in slow motion as he stumbled past his mother and poured a cup of the black coffee, then took a deep drink from it, finally turning around. His mother stood with her hands on her hips, staring at him, and he raised one hand to her in greeting, then carried the mug out the front door. He was still dressed for bed, but it didn't matter; he wasn't planning on going very far at all.
Dawn always came much too early, but he'd be ready for school in an hour and one of the best dressed in his class as well. There were perks to being from District 2. If his father had his way, one day Korey would be a Peacekeeper. He tried to push that thought out of his mind as he blinked against the rising sun and took another deep drink of his coffee, belched, and tossed the rest of the liquid into the nearby grass. He glanced down, realizing that the ground was warmer than it had been in months. Strange. He turned to go back inside, but before he could get very far, he heard a sound and raised his head to see who could be approaching at this hour of the morning.