Tom woke up to the sounds of someone tapping on plastic loudly. Still wrapped in the depths of the sock he opened his eyes, still heavy from the tears he shed, and made his way to the mouth of the sock. He peeked out and saw Gregors giant hand poking the wall of the clear suggestion box, his face near by with its typical impish grin.
Good morning sleepy head, Gregors voice had more energy and sunshine in it than Tom could tolerate.
What do you want? Tom was annoyed and made no attempts to hide his feelings in his voice.
Oh, someone woke up in the wrong end of the sock, Gregor laughed and Tom rolled his eyes. You have work to do.
No, I dont, Tom was flat and matter of fact. Im taking a couple of days off.
Good morning sleepy head, Gregors voice had more energy and sunshine in it than Tom could tolerate.
What do you want? Tom was annoyed and made no attempts to hide his feelings in his voice.
Oh, someone woke up in the wrong end of the sock, Gregor laughed and Tom rolled his eyes. You have work to do.
No, I dont, Tom was flat and matter of fact. Im taking a couple of days off.