POTS ~ The struggle of standing

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Juno's pov:

The light shone through the window and onto Juno. The birds chirped away outside. He loved their songs. How nice it would be to be a bird, he thought delightfully.

He had gotten a good nights sleep. Juno looked at his phone. It was 7.26. Way too early to get up on a weekend. But he wasn't sure if he could fall asleep again. So he ended up just looking at Eliot, who was sleeping safe and sound next to him, until he half an hour later decided to get up and begin the day. He had let Eliot sleep in. The brunette had been pretty tired yesterday.

It was Saturday morning, so they didn't have school today. It had at the same time been a long week with school, yet it had happened to feel ever so short when he was with Eliot. He and Eliot hadn't fully finished the paper they had for in biology yesterday, so Juno thought they might take it up again today, to get it over with. He went into the kitchen and rummaged through the cupboards till he found a glass. There wasn't any unfinished dishes, no leftovers laying around in the open, no unwashed pots and pans on the stove. It was weird; it was clean. He opened the faucet and felt the glass getting colder, as it got filled up to the brim. He then sat himself on the counter and looked at his phone until the glass was empty again.

"Good morning Juno." Eliot's mother mumbled, still only half awake.

"Good morning" Juno replied. Eliot's mother vent over into the kitchen and sat a kettle on, to boil.

"I thought it weird for Eliot to be up this early. Guess it makes more sense that it was you." She looked a little sad, but quickly changed her expression and asked if he had slept well. He nodded in response. They talked a little about school as the mother went to make them some breakfast. She was making scrambled eggs. She also made those little sausages octopus' that he had gotten when he was younger. It was a long time since had last had eaten them, and it brought back memories he was quite fond of, when he was little, he and his own mother would make scrambled eggs and sausage octopuses for breakfast often. Well he remembered it as often. He had later discovered that they almost never actually had that. His sister always gave him a big hug when he helped their mother with meals. Her hugs was the reason that he loved making her food; to be appreciated. To be loved, and cherish.

After eating breakfast Juno looked around in Eliot's room until he found an book he wanted to read. The book seemed quite old. Eliot's mother had explained that Eliot always slept in and that he should just let him sleep if it didn't bother him too much. The book he had found was about medicine in nature, herbs and spices. Eliot had medicine and natural sciences as his main subjects. Juno wished that he was as serious and dedicated to a single thing, like Eliot was.  The only thing he could think of, that he was dedicated to were his sister and friends. The book had been considerably good so far. He had read about one third of it. Juno had been completely sucked in by the way the author had written about the different subjects.

The story was about a little girl who had to survive in the harsh and cruel world. But met the voice of nature, who helped her build herself a life in the forest and learn about nature and it's vast resources and capabilities. The way the author had made him surprised by the sheer amount of details was for him delightful. But most of all was the little notes Eliot had written on the sides so keep track of everything.

He heard a ruffle near the window. Juno looked out the window and realized that it was the middle of the day. Where had all the time gone, he asked himself only to come up short handed. Eliot was rummaging around in the bed. Until he finally opened his eyes. The brunette skimmed the room until he realized that he was not alone. Juno was sitting on his very comfortable padded chair with what looked like a book, in his lab. He smiled at Eliot. "Good morning sunshine."

(Dealing with POTS myself, I often forget that I can get normally sick, witch I got today. I had a really bad stomach ache and even had to go home. Be sure to take care of yourself and may you have a healthy day ahead!)

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