Thread: Mornings (East and Freckles)

Being a twin can be difficult. For Ethan it came down to the assumptions people always made about twins. Their single mother worked all the time to support them and their house so the first assumption had always been that the two twins were just the best of friends and that they didn't need any kind of additional care or time other than what you would expect a mother to give them. That forced feeling of claustrophobia meant that they also had to share their actual friends as well. With both of them having social circles that often overlapped. The combo package approach to life. The small house they rented only had two bedrooms, so assumption number two was that they could naturally share everything and exist in a small space with ease. After all if your sister is your 'best friend' then there would never be a need for one to get their own space. However some of the loudest fights in the house came from that shared living space. It was worse when they were kids surprisingly. He vividely remembered smashing one of his sisters toys when he was younger because she said it was hers instead of theirs and if he couldn't have something holy unique and special of his own neither could she. The only break he ever got from his sister over the long fifteen years of life was when he had signed up for swim lessons at the highschool pool on thursday and friday afternoon. An odd choice for a lynx he supposed. You don't see a lot of dessert mammals who loved to get wet, but his sister couldn't swim at least as far as he knew so the pool became a sort of 'my time'. The weekends were the second worst part of the week. The weekends were the worst. The time when the prison would become completely inescapable. Their mother worked too hard to support them. So the weekends were the times when they would do chores get the place back to looking like it was a clean presentable livable home. While their mom was gone before the rise of the sun and back late into the afternoon usually just quickly eating dinner and then dropping off to sleep. Before the two twins had learned to cook their had been a lot of premade meals and babysitters in their lives. Sleep was a bit of an escape. By the time sunday night came around it was usually exausting from all the work the day prior, that he flopped onto the bed, gripped his pillow, and tried to dream about Cassie Leaps, a young Hare from math class that he had never managed any courage towards asking out. But as the dream went along it actually ended with his leg twitching and him mumbling a very different name, dreaming of a very different creature, one who was much closer than Cassie by the fact that she was sleeping in the bed above his. So came Monday morning. The ringing of the alarm bell, waking Ethan slowly, a claw raising to scratch at his ears for a moment as he let out a loud yawn. The beds that the two of them shared were bunks. In all honesty they were starting to get a tad small for the two of them. He pulled the blankets from his body sniffing himself and quickly coughing. His scent was rather strong this morning. He waved it off seeing that his blanket was slightly moist. That was the second time he had a wet dream about... nope he wasn't going to finish that thought. You up yet? the bus is going to start moving soon. He said with a small yawn as he sat himself up trying to think more clearly and to shift from the warm dream he had been having to the much less pleasant reality around him.