|sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may,|
@ 2015-01-05 18:14:00
|Entry tags:||2009-10-11, jo, sam|
i'm so confused, am i a normal person; you know, i can't tell if i'm a normal person, it's true.
Who: Sam and Jo.
Where: The Summers’ House.
At some point during the night one of the pillows had ended up on top of Sam’s head and it tumbled off with a light thump after slipping from the bed altogether and hitting the floor. The sound was enough to pull him all the way out of his slumber with a quiet groan, the arm that had draped over the edge of the mattress rising up to swipe at his face in an attempt to rid himself of the grogginess. It lingered for a couple more minutes as he went through the process of extricating himself from the bed completely and digging clothes out of drawers and the closet. It was warm enough in the house that a simple pair of pants and a plain t-shirt would be enough for him to wander around in until he had to go somewhere else though as he finished pulling the shirt on over his head he couldn’t for the life of him think about anywhere he needed to be. Maybe he would just stay inside then, or head out into the garden. It looked crisp and cool outside, the view from the window showed him that much, and there was a novel sitting on the nightstand with a marker sticking out roughly halfway through the pages. If nothing else came along that sounded like a good enough plan to him.
Without bothering to pull on any socks or footwear he padded out of his room barefoot, making his way down the stairs to the kitchen. His stomach was growling quietly and would only gain more volume as time ticked along so breakfast seemed like the best course of action. With the ease of someone familiar with his surroundings he gathered items from the cupboards and the refrigerator without needing to pause to think about where they were, hearing someone else venturing down from upstairs as he worked out exactly what he wanted to eat.
“Morning,” he said to the new arrival, turning his head to look at Jo as she crossed the threshold. His nose had already told him who was coming. For a second that had struck him as odd before he simply accepted it and carried on with that knowledge. “Want some breakfast?” he asked her with a smile on his face, indicating the various bits and pieces he’d gathered together to satisfy any hungry stomach.