Who: Jack [Narrative] Where: His room When: Early Morning
"What?" Jack's head poked up from the mass of blankets, his mouth slightly open, his eyes blinking sleepily as he peered around the room. He waited for whoever had been speaking to him to repeat the question. Had it been a question? He didn't remember.
When his brain woke up enough to comprehend his surroundings, he found himself tangled in his blankets on his bed, his body draped at an angle between two corners, his pillow balled and tucked into his arms. He blinked slowly, his eyes panning the room as if the source of the words would magically appear, but instead he grunted at the light streaming in from the windows and rolled onto his back. The blankets wrapped around his waist, trapping one of his legs as on hand moved to scratch at his abdomen, the tips of his fingers riding against the grain of the trail of pale hair down his center. The remnants of the dream were now fading from his mind, and he twisted at the center to reach for his phone on the side table.
8:10am.
He exhaled in a sigh, rolling and flopping down onto his back, going still and contemplative. He needed to pee. Really needed to pee. But the bathroom was so far away, and he was so very, very warm. He eyeballed the dark doorway from where he was, as if willing it to move closer, even as his legs flopped around in an attempt to work the blanket away from his midsection. The sound that left him was a cross between a grunt and a whine as his soft, fluffy captor held on fast.
"Fine, whatever," He arched his hips upward, the muscles in his stomach clenching as he loosened the blanket and tugged it off, his underwear and pajama bottoms nearly going along with it. When he sat up, he ran a hand through the thick mop of blonde hair on his head, already feeling the multiple directions the strands were sticking in. The floor was fucking cold, and steps that had initially begun as a sleepy trudge now morphed into a quick tip toe as he slid into the dark bathroom and did his business.
On the way back, he hesitated, his eyes moving toward the computer to watch for the blinking light that would indicate something was going on. Nothing. Yet, anyway. He practically belly flopped onto the bed, nesting into the soft, warm pile of blankets he'd only just left behind, wrapping his arms around the pillow and tucking it under his head. He was out again a minute later.