Post by bm on Sept 17, 2007 16:20:05 GMT -5
He awoke. The sun's rays shining brightly through the window's of the Manor, allowing one to note the day has already started. The blinds that were used to prevent the rays seemed to become defunct, because Peter was already disturbed by the quick light.
Peter was living on only four hours of sleep. The bags beneath his eyes were as permanent as ever, causing a dent in his features and a change in Peter's overall personality. The night times were simply awful for Peter, he would have nightmares for hald his sleep which caused his to toss and turn all the time, and the other times he was watching Aiden, being overprotective, making sure that he was safe.This of course was not mentioning the fact that he took care of the home, and made sure that bills were paid, some way or the other, without a job. Yes, Peter was in grave depression.
Placing on his slippers, Peter was wearing only a boxer-shorts and a white undershirt that looked gray. Peter walked downstairs to the kitchen, open the cupboard and yawned. To his amazement, they were out of cereal, and all foods. The only thing that was in the cupboard now was rice that was there for weeks. Peter held his head, and he heard Aiden crying.
He picked up a chair and threw it at the window, breaking the window, tossing glass all over the lawn that went uncut. Peter dropped to the floor, his head now to the lower cupboards.
Peter was living on only four hours of sleep. The bags beneath his eyes were as permanent as ever, causing a dent in his features and a change in Peter's overall personality. The night times were simply awful for Peter, he would have nightmares for hald his sleep which caused his to toss and turn all the time, and the other times he was watching Aiden, being overprotective, making sure that he was safe.This of course was not mentioning the fact that he took care of the home, and made sure that bills were paid, some way or the other, without a job. Yes, Peter was in grave depression.
Placing on his slippers, Peter was wearing only a boxer-shorts and a white undershirt that looked gray. Peter walked downstairs to the kitchen, open the cupboard and yawned. To his amazement, they were out of cereal, and all foods. The only thing that was in the cupboard now was rice that was there for weeks. Peter held his head, and he heard Aiden crying.
He picked up a chair and threw it at the window, breaking the window, tossing glass all over the lawn that went uncut. Peter dropped to the floor, his head now to the lower cupboards.