Noah Gray (sonofanangel) wrote in inthesestones, @ 2009-06-22 21:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | elle bishop, gabriel gray, noah gray |
WHO: Noah Gray, Elle Bishop, and Gabriel Gray
WHAT: Celebrating Father's Day.
WHEN: Early morning {Backdated to 6/21/09}
WHERE: Their apartment
RATING: TBD (not too high)
STATUS: In Progress
Noah had always been an early riser. Even as a baby, his Dad said he'd woken up early no matter what time he'd been put to bed the night before. That hadn't changed in the past four years and, truth be told, Noah hoped it never did change. He enjoyed the mornings. He liked hearing the birds chirp, and watching the sky change colors as the sun made its way above the horizon, and the knowledge that there were very few others who were also awake made it seem more special somehow.
Of course, it was also a bit frustrating at times since usually he had to entertain himself for at least an hour or so before anyone else woke up and, being young, an hour felt like an eternity. Since his ability had made itself known, however, that hadn't been as bad. Normally he would get up and get to work tinkering on something or another that had caught his eye recently. Several models - airplanes, cars, robots, and a few that he wasn't even sure what they were - were in various stages of completion in neat little piles on his desk in the corner. And on his nightstand. And the top of his dresser. And he was pretty sure there was still at least one or two on the table in the living room that were a bit advanced for him and therefore he'd brought them out for his parents to help him with. Aside from those few though, most mornings he would just wake up and get to work on one of his models until he heard his parents moving about or the telltale sounds of breakfast being made.
This morning, however, was different. When he woke up he wasted very little time in rubbing the sleep from his eyes and making his way to his parents' bedroom. Being as quiet as was possible as he cracked open the door just enough to slip inside, he made his way across the room in large, exaggerated steps to prevent any sound from reaching his father's much-better-than-normal-hearing ears and crept up to the side of the bed where his mother slept.
Reaching out, the little boy tapped her once on the shoulder. "Mommy," he whispered, so softly that even he could hardly hear himself. When she didn't immediately respond, he tapped her again. "Mommy."
Again, no response, and Noah let out a puff of air in frustration before his eyes widened and he clamped a hand over his mouth. Eying Gabriel for a moment to make sure the noise hadn't woken him, Noah waited a heartbeat before peering back at Elle. This time, he poked her in her forehead in a series of small, not too hard, jabs. "Mommy, wake up!" he insisted in what was very nearly a stage whisper. "The sun's up and we still hafta make breakfast!"