Nick sighed as he realized the notebook he needed right now wasn't in his bag. He mentally rewound until the last time he could remember having it; in the car, driving back, he'd taken it out to scribble a lyric note, and then...
He sighed again. Then Bill had asked him about waffles or something, and he'd put it in the door pocket. Blast.
Nick stumbled downstairs, trying to stay sleepy, not let himself wake. He knew as soon as he did, he'd lose the melody he'd been dreaming. He opened the front door and padded out across the snow to where the car was sitting at the end of the drive. The snow squeaked as it pushed through his toes, and Nick had to wrestle with the handle to get the door open.
The notebook was where he had left it. Cuddling it to his chest, Nick shut the car door and padded back to the open front door.
Bill was coming down the stairs. "Fuck, it's freezing...Jonas!" he yelped, speeding up. "What the fuck, it's like minus a hundred out there. Where's your coat...and your fucknig shoes!"
Nick looked down at the crystallized flakes still clinging to his feet. "Oh," he mumbled, finally awake.
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Re: Dinner
Date: 2011-07-24 07:41 pm (UTC)He sighed again. Then Bill had asked him about waffles or something, and he'd put it in the door pocket. Blast.
Nick stumbled downstairs, trying to stay sleepy, not let himself wake. He knew as soon as he did, he'd lose the melody he'd been dreaming. He opened the front door and padded out across the snow to where the car was sitting at the end of the drive. The snow squeaked as it pushed through his toes, and Nick had to wrestle with the handle to get the door open.
The notebook was where he had left it. Cuddling it to his chest, Nick shut the car door and padded back to the open front door.
Bill was coming down the stairs. "Fuck, it's freezing...Jonas!" he yelped, speeding up. "What the fuck, it's like minus a hundred out there. Where's your coat...and your fucknig shoes!"
Nick looked down at the crystallized flakes still clinging to his feet. "Oh," he mumbled, finally awake.