Room 418, Monday Morning

[socksofcool]

Curled up in his covers, Seely slowly drifted towards wakefulness from the strangest dream of being a kid again, and playing and playing with lots of other kids until they were exhausted.

It had to have been a dream. After all, he'd gotten along with English, which was blatantly against the natural order of things.

Seely rolled over and snuggled back under the covers again.

[ooc: for someone in particular, plus the roomie, naturally]