Even with the television set to low on the volume Bobby managed to drift off slowly into unconciousness. An he was having quite a dream. One that involved a certain female hunter with a pension for keeping her daughter under her thumb. It was good as dreams go. But what disturbbed him was not that he was dreaming of Ellen Harvelle, but that he was being ripped from said dream by loudness. And this loudness, as he was now calling it, was a tad bit annoying and a lotta disturbing. He grummbled under his breath about boys being too loud and staying in the shower again as he rolled over and pulled one of the pillows over his head in the hopes of blocking out any more sound from the room next door. He was now hoping he could pick up where he left off in that damn dream...
Y'all know the drill~ R&R
Love and Good Reading~
NeoCortex~