Ficlet: Home
Title: Home
Author: eviebean
Summary: Peter contemplates.
Disclaimer: not mine
Notes: please review?
Peter spends a large part of his nights lying awake, staring at the ceiling.
At first, he counted the tiles (forty eight, to be precise), then the amount of times he hears someone pass by the door (got annoying quickly because the number was never the same).
Then, he started thinking of the perfect day.
Sleeping in late on a Sunday morning, lazy love making before the drone of Walters alarm clock went off downstairs. Pancakes and coffee and Olivia in his lap. A day at the park. The two of them laying on a blanket watching Walter on the swingset, and after he gets tired of it and went in search of the ice cream vendor, children as they played.
She's laying beside him and he can feel and hear and taste her.
Then there are footsteps and light and he wakes up underneath the forty eight ceiling tiles and he thinks that today could have been another perfect day that will cease to happen.
Author: eviebean
Summary: Peter contemplates.
Disclaimer: not mine
Notes: please review?
Peter spends a large part of his nights lying awake, staring at the ceiling.
At first, he counted the tiles (forty eight, to be precise), then the amount of times he hears someone pass by the door (got annoying quickly because the number was never the same).
Then, he started thinking of the perfect day.
Sleeping in late on a Sunday morning, lazy love making before the drone of Walters alarm clock went off downstairs. Pancakes and coffee and Olivia in his lap. A day at the park. The two of them laying on a blanket watching Walter on the swingset, and after he gets tired of it and went in search of the ice cream vendor, children as they played.
She's laying beside him and he can feel and hear and taste her.
Then there are footsteps and light and he wakes up underneath the forty eight ceiling tiles and he thinks that today could have been another perfect day that will cease to happen.