Something Stupid

Keep Your Distance

Narrator's POV

"Mm..." Stephen groaned in his sleep, blinking a few times before opening his eyes. He was a little confused when the ceiling was unfamiliar to him.

Then he remembered.

"Right." He said. Rolling on his left side, toward the glass door to his balcony, he could see waves crashing down on the sand of the beach. Beautiful birds singing outside pleases his ears.

This was nothing like New York. It was so much better.

He laid in bed a few more minutes before getting up. "Good morning Randy." He said before going into his bathroom to take a shower.

The hotel happy provided a radio in there. He turned it on and tunes it into the classical music station because why not? It was such a calm morning and peaceful morning.

Once he was done with his shower, he stepped out and got dressed nicely, combing his hair.

He stepped out onto the balcony, breathing in the fresh ocean air and listening to the birds sing.

The cloak came to join him on the balcony.

"Beautiful isn't it?" Stephen asked the cloak.

The cloak "nodded".

Stephen's stomach rumbled.

Stephen's cheeks stained a little red and he laughed. "Guess I'm a little hungry." He said. "I'll see you in a few minutes, alright?" Stephen patted the cloak, going back in his room to grab his key and a book before leaving.

The cloak rushed back into the room and changed turned into his favorite Spanish telenovela.

"Pasión Ardiente"

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Stephen walked down the hallway toward the elevator, then turned right.

"Take the stairs is healthier." He said, opening the door and walking down the stairs.

Once arriving down at the lobby, he looked around for the breakfast.

He found it and served himself, happily taking a seat at one of the empty table. He began to read as he ate a smoothie bowl accompanied with berries and nuts.

Soon another body joined the breakfast.

It was Tony.

He had had a rough night, unable to sleep very well.

He walked over to the the breakfast and got a few slices of toast and orange juice. He looked around for an empty table, but his attitude brightened when he saw a certain wizard sitting down at a table for two with an empty chair.

He walked over to it and took a seat.

Stephen looked up from his book, seeing Tony. "Did you fall off the bed?" He asked.

"Haha. Very funny Strange." Tony said. "Sleep paralysis."

"I heard actually going to bed early helps with that." Stephen said, going back to his book.

"Well, I'm too busy to go to bed early. I have important things to do."

"Mm, like what?" Stephen asked.

"Think." Tony said.

"Mm." Was all Stephen said, ending the conversation.

Tony sat there awkwardly, trying to think of something to start up a conversation. He looked down at his breakfast: two slices of pathetic toast, sour orange juice, and a banana.