EdithSpeaks
Five Thousand Club
((I work at Target. I stock shelves and do this thing called "zoning" where we go through at night and make sure everything looks pretty and is where it's supposed to be. I also cashier sometimes, but I hate cashiering shifts so I rarely get them))
In the morning, Tome awoke with light stabbing into his eyes, but hardly turned away from it. What did make him pause was the fact that he had a blanket now that he couldn't remember having before, and he set it aside before walking to the bathroom. He did get nauseas enough to throw up, but didn't lag there when he had nothing left in his stomach, just cleaned out his mouth and bathed quickly and efficiently, then came back out to wake up Mia. He might be bruised, ill, and feeling like someone had banged on his head with a hammer, but she had to get up and wash quickly so they could get moving now. They were wasting daylight.
((I'm gonna go sleep it off now. Night!))
In the morning, Tome awoke with light stabbing into his eyes, but hardly turned away from it. What did make him pause was the fact that he had a blanket now that he couldn't remember having before, and he set it aside before walking to the bathroom. He did get nauseas enough to throw up, but didn't lag there when he had nothing left in his stomach, just cleaned out his mouth and bathed quickly and efficiently, then came back out to wake up Mia. He might be bruised, ill, and feeling like someone had banged on his head with a hammer, but she had to get up and wash quickly so they could get moving now. They were wasting daylight.
((I'm gonna go sleep it off now. Night!))