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Room 222 | Monday Evening
Apr. 15th, 2013 06:23 pmWhen you were as good at repression as Jim was, it was easy to act like the past week wasn't having any kind of effect on you. He kept all the markers of the stress and tension internal and kept a nice, solid shield out for everyone else to see. It was a living.
He'd slept late today, deciding that he (and everyone else) had a right to do that all things considered. He'd reveled in being in a nice, soft bed again and hadn't even minded being in a room with Jackson. Jim had almost missed the eau de douche his roommate exuded.
But, he couldn't stay in bed all day though the urge was there. He'd pulled himself out of bed, showered and contemplated shaving but bypassed it. He'd do it later. After a run and another shower, he was back in his room, eating some dinner and drinking something a little harder than apple juice.
He thought he deserved that too.
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He'd slept late today, deciding that he (and everyone else) had a right to do that all things considered. He'd reveled in being in a nice, soft bed again and hadn't even minded being in a room with Jackson. Jim had almost missed the eau de douche his roommate exuded.
But, he couldn't stay in bed all day though the urge was there. He'd pulled himself out of bed, showered and contemplated shaving but bypassed it. He'd do it later. After a run and another shower, he was back in his room, eating some dinner and drinking something a little harder than apple juice.
He thought he deserved that too.
[Door and post are open]
