Adam may have been in a new world, but some things stayed the same; his sleep pattern was less of a pattern and more of a random series of dots and lines, hours and days and nights spontaneously filled with rest. He liked to pretend this was just a part of his fun personality, another element of unpredictability entirely calculated and intended. In reality, it was the result of several illegal substances taking their toll and nightmares waking him up at bad hours.
No one else was to know this.
Casually as he could, keeping up his persona of 'just-rolled-out-of-bed', he slumped out of bed and walked to the kitchen, fiddling with small papers and 'herbs' in his fingers. Once he had something rolled he lit it on the fireplace; then taking a drag from it, stepped out onto the porch. Nathaniel wasn't there to be seen, but Adam could hear digging and see a lot of pots.
Stepping around the corner, he waved to Nathaniel and took the cigarette from his mouth to speak. The smoke would smell odd, sweet and with a sharp aftertaste. "G'Morning." (It was morning, right?) "How's your uh...plant...sorting going?"
No one else was to know this.
Casually as he could, keeping up his persona of 'just-rolled-out-of-bed', he slumped out of bed and walked to the kitchen, fiddling with small papers and 'herbs' in his fingers. Once he had something rolled he lit it on the fireplace; then taking a drag from it, stepped out onto the porch. Nathaniel wasn't there to be seen, but Adam could hear digging and see a lot of pots.
Stepping around the corner, he waved to Nathaniel and took the cigarette from his mouth to speak. The smoke would smell odd, sweet and with a sharp aftertaste. "G'Morning." (It was morning, right?) "How's your uh...plant...sorting going?"
Adam
A wasted youth is better by far
Then a wise and productive old age
Then a wise and productive old age
