Snippet #2649157

Waking alone and cold, but in a cosy bubble of warmth from what little bedding he owned, Peter was more than reluctant to get up and do things and be responsible. Instead, he lay there for a long time, pondering the events of the last 12 day and flexing his fingers to feel the slight ache in his bruised knuckles.

At long last, the growling of his stomach force him up and out of bed. He pushed himself to his feet, and stretched, feeling the familiar complaint of muscles who had never enjoyed sleeping on the ancient mattress he'd claimed. Some part of him wondered where Bell had gone, but she had always been like a cat, coming and going as the times pleased her. She'd be okay. She always was. Peter's thoughts, however, returned often and consistently to the girl from the night before. Wendy. He hoped she'd had a good night and was feeling better today. Peter dressed himself lost in these thoughts, going with his usual jeans and a hoodie. His boots were unpleasantly damp when he put them on, but he didn't currently have any alternative.

He turned away to climb out of the window, grabbing a fistful of cash and shoving it into his pocket before he did. First things first. Breakfast.

Walking quickly through his alley, the fresh morning air brought a slight energy to his step. He did like mornings. Coffee, first, was essential. He took the familiar path to the shop where he was known by name, and where they sometimes gave him a free biscuit. It wasn't far from where he'd spent much of yesterday, and as he walked, he found himself looking around, to see if maybe he'd get just a glimpse of Wendy. Not that he allowed his hopes to raise.

When he got to the coffee shop, he was informed that it was now under new management. He scowled at the raised price of his coffee, but when one of the old staff members dropped him a secret cookie, he brightened up. Outside, he pocketed the food, and holding his drink carefully, climbed a low wall to break his fast. He liked having the vantage point over the slowly gathering crowd. His thoughts turned again to how he might spend his day as he slowly sipped his coffee and watched the public shuffle to work below him.