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Roughton Sakamoto
The sunlight broke through the thin material of the makeshift curtain, rudely awakening Roughton from his deep slumber. Wincing lightly he cowered below the duvet for a moment allowing his eyes to adjust and his mind to focus,
"Where am I?" He asked with a groan as though half expecting someone to answer.
Tiredly lifting himself up from the bed he placed his feet softly onto the cold wooden floor grinning gingerly as the warmth of the sunlight danced off of his back, then raising his head he began to study his surroundings.
"O yeah,"
He was at Alice's Grans for the summer along with a couple of their friends, it was like paradise. Spending time together in the long grass of the meadows, watching the sun set each night and listening to the tales of danger and magic that Alice's Gran would recite to them each night that would draw them in so intently as though these stories were being told by someone who had first hand experience of them all.
Placing his hands on the bed he drowsily hoisted himself up and brushed his fringe away from his face, picking up an old pair of jeans he slipped them on adjusting them as they hung from his thin waist, then grabbing the light checked flannel shirt he left the room and tiptoed down the stairs whilst quietly wrestling with the first shirt sleeve. Checking the down stairs rooms to see if anyone one had stirred from their slumber. he sighed and retired to the front porch.
Shielding his eyes from the new morning light he let out a slight yawn as he stretched his slender frame and took in the fresh morning air, turning, he spotted Alice sitting on the wooden fence reading and deep in thought. Approaching her slowly with a sly grin he brought his face right next to hers before whispering lightly,
"Morning…"