James woke from
the morning chill. During what passed for night here someone had
draped him in a blanket, and he passed a thankful thought to whoever
that was.
An endless dawn
broke over the island, but the growing daylight brought little warmth
with it.
James shuddered
and drew the blanket tighter around himself. Even though his bladder
told him he needed to get up and find a toilet the rest of his
freezing body ordered him to stay put for a little bit longer. In the
end bladder won that contest, and shivering from cold he rose and
shuffled indoors.
Maybe some
coffee later to warm me up, he thought after
obeying his bladder. He'd make it the weak Swedish style, because hot
water was more important than proper coffee right now.
Besides, it's
always good to have some prepared for when the next person wakes.
That thought took him back to the year he got to know his hosts.
You came over almost every evening that autumn. Or had it really
been the entire autumn?
James shook his
head in confusion. Well, it mattered little. During that autumn his
Haven café became a second home for more than a few of those kids.
But one of you was absent for some time. Funny that,
I forgot what happened.
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