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& "and I wish I could leave my bones and my skin
Louis inhales slowly, then lets out a deep sigh before putting the
phone away. He always prefers a higher percentage when he gets up.
Most days, music in his ears is the only thing that makes his morning
jog bearable and the thought of it dying right in the middle is... less
than optimal. Still, there's nothing he can do but pray his old iphone
won't be a dick today, which, knowing how battery draining the
device finds literally every single operation, seems unlikely. Speaking
of his morning ritual, Louis half smiles when he hears a small clatter
right outside his bedroom, followed by a loud whine. Cli!ord
certainly knows the routine just as well as Louis' body does and he's
already nosing at the door in anticipation, nails clinking against the
bottom. Louis usually rarely sleeps with the door closed because Cli!
doesn't like being alone at night almost as much as his master, but he
suspects a strong gust of wind from a forgotten open window must
have forced it shut, locking his dog outside. Just at the thought
enters Louis' brain, Cli!ord lets out a louder whine.
"'Kay," Louis mumbles to himself with a raspy voice, "time to get up."
He pushes the duvet o! his body, fighting his strong instinct to stay
curled up and warm, then he shivers as he makes his way down the
ladder of his single bed. He's been teased mercilessly and o"en by his
army of siblings for essentially being an adult with a bunk bed, but
the old lighthouse keeper's accommodation was always the most
logical choice for his permanent residence. It's the smallest bedroom
on site, first of all, cramped and mostly uncomfortable, with nothing
but the bed, a dresser and a small window to fill it. It was built to be
functional rather than comfortable.
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