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for Willy - morning
Feb. 8th, 2011 08:00 pmRobin woke to the sound of a key in the door.
He groaned a little and turned over, blinking awake in the general direction of the clock. It was 10am. Wait, what day of the week was it? He rolled over onto his side and nudged the figure in the bed next to him. Willy was tangled up in the sheets. And sticky. They were both sticky. As were the sheets. Probably because all of these things were covered in honey.
"Wake up, wake up," he said with a yawn. "We're about to be interrupted."
He groaned a little and turned over, blinking awake in the general direction of the clock. It was 10am. Wait, what day of the week was it? He rolled over onto his side and nudged the figure in the bed next to him. Willy was tangled up in the sheets. And sticky. They were both sticky. As were the sheets. Probably because all of these things were covered in honey.
"Wake up, wake up," he said with a yawn. "We're about to be interrupted."
