How Many Stars

❖ Coffee ❖

I was met face to face with a painted white door, a small sign with the name, my name, "George" printed on it and slung over the door handle. Pulling down on the handle and pushing open the door I was met with the view of a dark room. The only thing illuminated and in view was a window that shared the view of a starry night sky. Stepping into the room, a chill ran down my spine as the cold of this place truly hit me, the breeze from the open window slowly drifting in and washing over my body. I gently brushed my hand up against the wall searching for the light switch, eventually being successful and flicking it on. A soft glow filling the room and replacing a warm atmosphere to its once cold one. Stepping further into the room, my eyes trailing across each object. It was just like home. Well not exactly like it but nonetheless it was comforting. I slowly begin to make my way around the room, running my fingers across my desk and over to the window sill. Pausing to look out at the view better. 
The view from my window was truly quite beautiful, something that you wouldn't see everyday. Despite the garden laying outside my window and the cobble stone road twirling down the street, I only truly registered a small gravel path leading from the other side of the road and through some shrubbery. Tucking itself between several sand dunes and burrowing itself away. Only a little further out was the ocean, the colour matching that of the starry night sky. Reflecting the little starry specks of light on its surface.
"Woah..." I breathed, it was so quiet too. It felt... peaceful. I felt peaceful for once. The only thing that was really audible being the soft distant sound of the waves crashing on the shore, and the faint conversation being had between Tommy and Will.  I stood there for a little while longer, hands resting upon the sill before eventually pushing away to further explore my new room. Pacing along the hardwood floor I make my way over to the bookshelves that sat in the corner opposing to my bed. I began to scan over the titles of each book, 'The Great Gatsby', 'FF70', 'The Outsiders' and a few others lay neatly together on the shelf, all pressed together tightly. It was just like how I wanted my room to look. With the exception of course of the lack of decoration, but I'm sure that could always be fixed up later. I glance down at my watch and realise the time, both arms of the clock had reached 12. A faint ticking sound emitting from its body.
"Shit..." I mutter under my breath, before briskly making my way to the other side of the room, flicking the switch and cautiously stepping back across to my bed that lay near the window. Stripping the bed of its quilt and sheets before draping them back over my body once more. Completely disregarding the fact I'd been wearing the same clothes from before. Slowly settling into the bed and closing my eyes, my final waking thoughts, being that perhaps.. this really could be home.

My slumber was disrupted by a loud and blaring alarm blasting into my ear, resembling that of a fire alarm. "Holy fuck- what in the-" I began, sitting up abruptly and patting the surrounding blankets in the search for my phone. Being unsuccessful, I slide my body out from the covers and crouch down to search the floor that laid below me, once again being unsuccessful. The noise continuing on. 
"Gogy, man, come on. It's 7 in the morning. Why are you awake so early- come on mannn," Wilbur groaned through the door, his voice being slightly muffled through the door's wooden and sturdy build as well as the noise of the alarm coming from wherever it was situated. I began to fling pillows from my bed in the attempt to find the location of this alarm, eventually finding it nestled under some green, floral cushions. Tapping it's screen hurriedly in the hopes of shutting it off. Being successful and flopping once more back down onto the mattress. Heaving out a slow sigh. Eventually gaining the strength once more to pull myself off of the mattress and head downstairs.

I make my way through each room, gradually approaching the kitchen, being greeted by the fresh scent of coffee and oranges... an odd combination to say the very least. Upon entering the kitchen I'd been greeted by the warm smiles of Phil and Kristin who had two mugs of the lovely caffeinated substance known as coffee in hand. Tommy seated at the breakfast bar chowing down upon some cereal he'd found in the back of the pantry. And Wilbur, of course being upstairs asleep, as to be expected really. The eldest and the one with the most broken sleep schedule... it was really just a given at this point. Pulling up a stool next to Tommy I plop myself down next to him, head resting upon the bench. 
"Someone had a late night huh...?" Kristin teased, sliding across a mug towards me, steam slowly rising from its surface, signifying it'd been freshly made, and was warm too. With a muffled grunt I lift my head, "Mmmph, and good morning to you too Kristin," I nod. Cradling the cup in my hands, slowly lifting it to my lips and taking a swig of the liquid. The caffeine making a slow effect upon my body. Gently placing the mug once more back down upon the bench and running my fingers across my face, trailing them through my hair, brushing the loose strands out of my eyes. 
"So George, Tommy," Phil began, averting his gaze from his wife and over to the two of us. Tommy narrowing his eyes at Phil, trying to think of what Phil was about to present to the two of us, "So. I was thinking today, you two should maybe you know, get out of the house and have a look around you know? Gain your bearings of this place ay?" Phil continued, a warm smile drifting across his lips, carefully watching for Tommy's reaction. Bracing for his infinite levels of excitement for the idea or the heavy cussing he was yet to experience from the young boy. Tommy's eyes simply widened as the boy dropped his spoon into the bowl a grin tugging on his lips before being twisted and contorted into that of a massive smile. 
"UHM YES! COME ON GOGS WE'VE GOT A WHOLE TOWN TO EXPLORE!" Tommy squeaked as he slithered off of his seat and ran out the kitchen, completely disregarding his bowl of half-eaten cereal he'd left behind. Making a run for the stairs, each footstep being met with a loud thump.
"Well, you'd better get ready too kiddo, Tommy'll leave without you if you don't hurry," Kristin nodded in the direction of the stairs, signalling I should follow after the younger boy. 
"Yeah yeah, alright," I agree, picking myself up from the seat, once more wrapping my hands around the mugs outer ceramic layer, shortly leaving the kitchen and following upstairs after Tommy.