Vinnie yawned as he rolled over in his sleeping bag. The light from the window was a square of brightness directly on his face. He tried to roll the other way, and it didn’t leave. Further, he rolled, and gravity took hold. He landed with a thud and squawk, and finally sat up.
He began to run a thin hand through messy blond hair, but stopped midway and blinked before he withdrew his head. Bleary eyes looked around, barely seeing as he struggled out of bedding he didn’t remember climbing into.
The boy dressed quickly in his usual grungy, oversized clothes, then pulled on his labcoat and goggles. He grabbed his cell and stared at the painfully bright screen a few minutes. Saturday. Butthole of the morning. He looked at the window and narrowed his eyes at the offending morning light, offended that it filtered right between the iron bars of the old factory office. With practiced ease, he balled up his sleeping bag and tossed it onto the desk, then walked out of the room. Read the rest of this entry »