akitatoma

5:02 flashed in bright green numerals from the clock on a nightstand. Daemon blinked out bright harsh light from the setting sun outside his window. He rolled over onto his back and winced when his bruised head hit the pillow. A singular feather flew from the pillow and landed upon his chest, square in his vision. He watched it, a small look of interest crossing his eyes. Tempted to sit and stare at it for a while, he broke his gaze when the phone rang. A harsh sound that penetrated his head and caused him to flinch. “Hello?” He said, a weary voice that didn’t sound his own escaping him. “Daemon…?” The voice