Ankyra Sound i want something more than, more than restless mornings

When the sun first began to peak over the horizon, young Pumpkinn was already awake. Being conscious—though just barely—so early in the morning was not a regular occurrence. He usually wouldn’t rise until the sun was high above the earth. Sometimes he’d even sleep through the afternoon. 

Truthfully, he’d waste most days slumbering, but admitting that to himself always fucked with his mood, so he’d stick with sometimes.

These past few weeks have been different. Pumpkinn woke up early in the morning, everyday. Maybe it was the constant stinging from his wounds that kept him up. Yeah, that’s it. That’s most of it anyways.

His eyes drift to the bundle of golden fur beside him. Just then, as though on cue, he spoke.

Oh! You’re awake. Pumpkinn couldn’t suppress the subtle rise in his voice as he lifted his head. He cleared his throat to play it off, and turned his head towards the sea.

Swimming huh? Don’t you think it’s a little too cold for that?