vampiriic:

                         ❝one of those?❞

   a question posed whilst the other wills himself up.
   george, on the other-hand, is much more content
   to remain lying down. both arms are pushed out,
   legs too moving over the space of the bed, whilst
   his body trembles         a groan rising from deep
   within his throat that gets louder the longer he
   stretches. and it stops. stretched, and awake
   george pushes a hand onto the bed, sitting himself
   himself up, taking a moment to survey the room. it
   looked a whole lot different from this angle.

      ❝if there’s no tea, coffee will do. or juice.
                           i’m not fussy.❞

     "Yeah!“ he called from the kitchen; not a 
far distance by any stretch of the imagination.
His budget didn’t exactly warrant a deluxe
suite or anything. "I don’t understand people
who don’t eat breakfast. I’m starving.” The last
part was more or less muttered to himself as he
fixed a bowl of cereal. Meanwhile his coffee
maker was busy at work.