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David had been up about fifteen minutes prior to receiving his text message. He had woken up from yet another nightmare about his mother, and unlike the many times before when he'd wake up clutching a pillow, he woke up flat on his back, staring at the ceiling. Upon hearing the vibration on his cellphone against the wood of the nightstand, he turned his head to look at it, eyes focusing on the faint glow it emitted. His room was still nearly pitch black, having put up weighted, black curtains over his window years later because he disliked the amount of light it let in when he was trying to sleep.

With a groan, he rolled over and reached out to grab the phone, using his thumb on the front button display to navigate it. It wasn't all too fancy of a phone, it had a display screen and would slide lengthwise to reveal another keyboard. It even had a music player on it, which he could use to play music on the SD card he had inserted into it. the phone itself had only cost him about eighty dollars, and it was built like a brick. It had suffered hardship, especially during times when David would break down.

It was from one of his friends, Rylin. He had almost forgotten; they were all taking a trip together. All of them begin the inseparable seven, of course, as they used to be called in the younger years. There were six others, of course, and all of them were his close, and nearly his only friends. He even had one to call his significant other, and how that ended up happening still bewildered him to that day.

At the mention of snow in the text, David let out yet another groan. He hated the cold weather, hated it with a strong passion. If David had to pick anything that was the bane of his existence, it would be snow, and that's saying something for him. Regardless, he often dressed warm even in the summer, because he likes having a higher body temperature in general, again, the cold isn't something he's well acquainted with.

After pressing the reply button, and sliding the phone to the side, his hands lingered over the keyboard, unsure of what exactly he was going to say. Yes, he was up, and yes he'd be able to get ready in time, but he was still groggy enough to not be sure how exactly to put it into words.

To: Rylin
From: David

Y'okay.

He wasn't a man of many words when he knew what to say anyway, and he was sure that Rylin would know what he meant due to how many years they had known each other. He scrolled through his contacts, then, idly looking at the names until he reached the end and focused in on a single recipient; Zoe. He started a new text message, then, once again lingering as he collected enough conscience sense to form at least two coherent words.

To: Zoe
From: David

Good morning. c:

He hardly ever used emoticons, and so granting Zoe that privilege was just a little way he could show her that he at least gave a damn to break away from how he acted. He was sure if the others knew, he'd get hell for it, but it didn't phase him that much.

By that point, David decided that his time in bed had to be cut short, and so he sat up, reaching out his free hand to turn on the lamp that sat on the same nightstand his phone had. After pulling the chain, it illuminated the room with a faint orange glow, and he got up and promptly clothed himself. He put on his pants first, then a shirt and socks. After he had tied his boots up, he threw on his heavy jacket and even zipped it up partially to shield himself from the devious cold he was sure was waiting for him outside.

After all of this, he descended the stair case and skipped breakfast, as he usually did, to head out the front door and stand on his porch. As he expected, there was a cold wind whipping up and it looked like a storm would hit soon. He just hoped it wouldn't hinder their trip at all. And so he stood there, placing his hands into his pockets as he realized that he wasn't sure if they were going to pick him up, or if he had to walk to meet up with them. A third groan let out as he raised onto the balls of his heels and waited.