❥ Here comes the sun (OPEN)
Apr 29, 2014 4:34:13 GMT 1
Post by JOHN WINSTON LENNON on Apr 29, 2014 4:34:13 GMT 1
JOHN LENNON | WORD COUNT: 364 |  |
Music flowed in through the once silent London Flat. It was clear and bright, mirroring John Lennon’s mood as he passed through the kitchen. He hummed along and twisted each step into some kind of spastic dance move. Bending and twisting himself around, a brilliantly pleased smile on his face. No one seemed to be awake this time around. He’d seen Georgie boy one time that morning. But out of annoyance of all the early noise the older Beatle was making, had grumbled back to his room to fall back to sleep.
Hands fumbled through the cupboards, and hazel eyes scanned through their contents. There was little food here… chips, a bag of pasta and then some cereal. Brilliant. He removed the sugary box of cereal from the shelf and made his way over to the fridge, promptly retrieving a thin carton of milk and setting the items on the island counter. A new song started on the radio, and John’s grin widened further. It was an Elvis song, and one of his personal favourites. He fell into beat with the tempo, and started up his best Elvis impression. Moving his body abruptly and laughing to himself. Within it all, he managed a messy bowl of Cereal (milk and cereal pieces scattered upon the counter in the process) and brought the bowl with him towards the sitting room.
This was certainly one of those days that Lennon hadn’t paid any mind to figuring out what they had planned. That was Brian’s job… and sometimes Paul’s when he decided to be teacher’s pet. Which could have been a mistake considering he was nowhere near ready to set foot out that door if Brian decided they had plans. He was dressed currently in a white wifebeater a-shirt and blue plaid flannels? Not that he was against going out in public in his pajamas, but he was sure Epstein would flip out about it if he happened to.
Munch, crunch, munch, munch, crunch.
Shoveling each spoonful of sugary goodness into his mouth, he started up humming again, despite his large mouthful of food. Something was bound to happen today, but John was never so sure of that.
Hands fumbled through the cupboards, and hazel eyes scanned through their contents. There was little food here… chips, a bag of pasta and then some cereal. Brilliant. He removed the sugary box of cereal from the shelf and made his way over to the fridge, promptly retrieving a thin carton of milk and setting the items on the island counter. A new song started on the radio, and John’s grin widened further. It was an Elvis song, and one of his personal favourites. He fell into beat with the tempo, and started up his best Elvis impression. Moving his body abruptly and laughing to himself. Within it all, he managed a messy bowl of Cereal (milk and cereal pieces scattered upon the counter in the process) and brought the bowl with him towards the sitting room.
This was certainly one of those days that Lennon hadn’t paid any mind to figuring out what they had planned. That was Brian’s job… and sometimes Paul’s when he decided to be teacher’s pet. Which could have been a mistake considering he was nowhere near ready to set foot out that door if Brian decided they had plans. He was dressed currently in a white wifebeater a-shirt and blue plaid flannels? Not that he was against going out in public in his pajamas, but he was sure Epstein would flip out about it if he happened to.
Munch, crunch, munch, munch, crunch.
Shoveling each spoonful of sugary goodness into his mouth, he started up humming again, despite his large mouthful of food. Something was bound to happen today, but John was never so sure of that.
CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE
