Ponk

    Ponk
    Seth awoke and tried to focus the numbers on the alarm into something other than a red blur. 4:27am. He slowly allowed the information to sink in, while wondering why it was that he had woken up so early even though it was quite obvious that he was still exhausted.
    Ponk
    ‘Ponk?’ He thought, sitting up and furrowing his brow in the dark.
    Ponk
    “What?” Seth detangled his legs from the sheet, cursed under his breath, and walked as fast as his sleepy muscles would carry him to the window. He raised the blinds, just in time to see Vincent throw something at him. A small stone hit the window pane.
    Ponk
    Vincent waved excitedly as a bright smile spread across his face. Seth grinned despite himself and opened the window.
    “Vin? What the hell is it? It’s four-thirty in the morning!” he called down in the sternest whisper he could manage. “You obviously aren’t dying, what the hell is so important?!”
    “Happy Birthday!” came the smiling response. Seth couldn’t help but laugh.
    “Thanks. I’ll be right down,” he said, shaking his head in mock disapproval.

( ramblings from me... )