|Connor MacManus (weneedrope) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2010-07-02 14:46:00
|Entry tags:||connor macmanus, xander harris|
Who: Connor and Xander
What: Not much sleep, need for coffee
Warnings: Probably language
Connor's hand ran over the carpet beside the bed, feeling for the clock he knew was there. His fingers finally smacked into the cord and he leaned over the side of the bed, turning the clock up so he could see the numbers on the display. 7:30 am. Usually not early for him, but after a night of restless tossing and turning, giving it another hour didn't seem like a bad idea. A couple of bad dreams and a good night's rest went out the window. He rolled onto his back, closing his eyes again, waiting for sleep to return.
It didn't. After a couple of minutes of staring at the ceiling, he finally pulled himself out of bed. Pulling on a gray henley and running his hand through his hair, which made it stick out more, he stumbled into the kitchen. The one thing he was looking for wasn't there. Coffee, tea, something with a little kick to wake him up. Something the community kitchen probably had.
Not much work was needed to find the coffee. After the filter had been put in place, the reservoir filled with water, and the switch flipped, he settled down at the table and pulled over a newspaper someone had left behind, waiting for the machine to do its thing.