[ angel rolls over himself, so that he's now facing upward, staring at the ceiling. the room's sheltered from the light by thick, heavy black curtains - but the pull of the dawn rising is there on the edge of his mind and he can smell the sun as it warms the land. ]
Barely sunrise. Not quite getting out of bed hours yet.
laskejflksjdflkjasdf /sits down next to you
Barely sunrise. Not quite getting out of bed hours yet.