A pale hand snaked out from beneath the bountiful pile of blankets that engulfed the bed, and groped across the nightstand for the source of the offending sounds of an alarm. Nearly successful, but not enough, slender fingers instead pushed the cell phone off the table where it clattered to the floor, and kept sounding off.
Gwen Stacy groaned and brought her hand back beneath the blankets to push herself up. She sat back on her calves and yawned, lifting her arms above her head in a stretch. Eventually, the room was quiet again, the alarm having settled into sleep mode. She dropped her arms and scrubbed her hands over her face with another groan.
This superhero business was not all that it was cracked up to be.
That was unfair, there was plenty of reward in this superhero business. Sleep was just not one of them.
She was more content to fall onto her stomach again and roll off the bed and onto the floor, than she was to get up properly. With her back pressed to the cold wood flooring, and her legs propped up on the mattress, she retrieved her phone. The screen lit up with a simple touch, and she made sure to turn off the alarm immediately before it went off again. "Whoops," she complains to herself, noticing that her text inbox was full to bursting with messages from various sources.
Efficiently managing your social life was also not one of the rewards.
Pushing blonde bangs off her forehead, Gwen mentally weighed the consequences of simply ignoring all the messages, versus attempting to appease everyone with replies. She would not get the chance to truly mull it over, because the device started buzzing erratically in her hand. Mary Jane Watson's ever-smiling features engulfed the entirety of her screen, along with the options to accept or decline the call.
She tapped the green button and settled the phone against her ear and shoulder. "Hello, Mary Jane, light of my life," she hoped the exaggerated sound of sleep in her voice, and buttery affections would quell whatever mood the redhead was affected with.
"You're late," came a sharp response from the opposite end of the line.
"Fashionably?" the blonde returned, rolling onto her stomach and propping her chin in the hand that did not replace her shoulder to press the phone to her ear. Her attempts to resolve the situation with humor would be easily contested.
"That remains to be seen," Mary Jane snaps. "You were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago."
Gwen could not even remember where 'here' supposedly was. She wracked her brain, trying to remember as the other woman continued to scold her.
"Central Park. Ten minutes!"
Mary Jane's demands were the last thing Gwen heard before the line went dead.
"Yeah, okay," Gwen replied to the empty air. She sat up and tossed her phone onto the bed. She looked over to where her costume lay on the floor, discarded from the previous night.
Living a double life didn't look so hard on television.
Gwen Stacy groaned and brought her hand back beneath the blankets to push herself up. She sat back on her calves and yawned, lifting her arms above her head in a stretch. Eventually, the room was quiet again, the alarm having settled into sleep mode. She dropped her arms and scrubbed her hands over her face with another groan.
This superhero business was not all that it was cracked up to be.
That was unfair, there was plenty of reward in this superhero business. Sleep was just not one of them.
She was more content to fall onto her stomach again and roll off the bed and onto the floor, than she was to get up properly. With her back pressed to the cold wood flooring, and her legs propped up on the mattress, she retrieved her phone. The screen lit up with a simple touch, and she made sure to turn off the alarm immediately before it went off again. "Whoops," she complains to herself, noticing that her text inbox was full to bursting with messages from various sources.
Efficiently managing your social life was also not one of the rewards.
Pushing blonde bangs off her forehead, Gwen mentally weighed the consequences of simply ignoring all the messages, versus attempting to appease everyone with replies. She would not get the chance to truly mull it over, because the device started buzzing erratically in her hand. Mary Jane Watson's ever-smiling features engulfed the entirety of her screen, along with the options to accept or decline the call.
She tapped the green button and settled the phone against her ear and shoulder. "Hello, Mary Jane, light of my life," she hoped the exaggerated sound of sleep in her voice, and buttery affections would quell whatever mood the redhead was affected with.
"You're late," came a sharp response from the opposite end of the line.
"Fashionably?" the blonde returned, rolling onto her stomach and propping her chin in the hand that did not replace her shoulder to press the phone to her ear. Her attempts to resolve the situation with humor would be easily contested.
"That remains to be seen," Mary Jane snaps. "You were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago."
Gwen could not even remember where 'here' supposedly was. She wracked her brain, trying to remember as the other woman continued to scold her.
"Central Park. Ten minutes!"
Mary Jane's demands were the last thing Gwen heard before the line went dead.
"Yeah, okay," Gwen replied to the empty air. She sat up and tossed her phone onto the bed. She looked over to where her costume lay on the floor, discarded from the previous night.
Living a double life didn't look so hard on television.
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
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