champagne supernova

<div align=center>William's room was almost as cold as the outside had been, he shivered a little, and glanced to the large, open window he'd just had to scramble through. It hadn't really been all that difficult, after all, Bill's legs were long and getting to high places generally wasn't all that much of a challenge for him. He stretched, yawned and sat down on the corner of the bed he had claimed, he hadn't gotten round to unpacking his things just yet, so there was a large, battered suitcase on the floor at the end of it, top propped open against the wall. The inside of it was neat, and immaculately folded, most would have expected William's mother to have packed it, but he'd done it himself, Bill couldn't abide mess.

There was a teddy sat up in the corner next to his pillow, it was old and it's fur was worn. Despite being seventeen, he still slept with it at night, though he didn't really think there was anything wrong with that. William had just never really grown up properly, and it was likely that he wouldn't, not for a while anyway. He made a note to himself to put his things away in the chest of drawers opposite his bed at some point, but he wasn't sure where to put his suitcase, maybe under the bed.

The other bed in the room was empty, William was currently the only person who had moved into the room, it was a nice room he thought, spacious and airy. It was the one at the very end of the corridor, so he thought it had the biggest window, and that's what he tended to tell everyone. It was slightly rounded and he liked that, though he wished it had at least a trace of a kitchen, but it didn't, merely a place to sleep, he'd have to go down to the main kitchen if he needed anything from it, he cursed this fact, since he would have liked to fill up his collection of hot water bottles (there were seven, he liked the warmth.) There was another door, which he presumed lead to a bathroom, though it could have been a close he supposed, he hoped it was the first.</div>

<div align=center>William blinked, and glanced back in Micheal's direction, "I don't have one." He answered quietly, falling backwards onto his bed and letting his eyes flutter shut, he'd entered the room earlier and found that it was completely uninhabited, he wasn't sure if he was glad of the fact or not, at least it had been tidy, though he'd done his fair share of dusting and hunting down spiders already today, he hadn't enjoyed the second part, bugs weren't really William's thing, he thought that anything with more than four legs was a little creepy. At least he'd made sure there weren't any left in here, though he hadn't killed them, as much as he hated bugs, he didn't like to kill them either.

He yawned again, and kicked his shoes off, before sitting up again and tucking his legs underneath himself. The breeze from the window made him shiver a little, so he pulled the duvet on the bed around himself, hunching his shoulders and closing his eyes again, he wondered if many people had slept in this bed, though the room had practically looked unused before he had moved into it. Good, he thought, he'd make it look nicer once he didn't feel too tired to set it all up.</div>

<div align=center>William yawned softly, he was sleepy. He laughed softly, and smiled. He didn't mind Micheal being there, he enjoyed his company, he could use someone to talk to when he woke up. Bill pushed himself up, and shuffled to his suitcase. "I need to put on my pyjamas." He murmured, picking a pair up and shuffling to the currently closed door, hoping it was a bathroom and not a closet. As it was, William was in luck, though it was a small room, with a toilet, a sink and a shower. He closed the door behind him and changed, it didn't take him very long. His pyjamas were warm and the feeling made him purr softly.

He switched off the bathroom light, and closed the door again, crossing the room back to his bed, and climbing into it. He flipped onto his side and stared at Micheal, he smiled sleepily at him. "Goodnight." He murmured, fumbling for his teddy, and pulling it to his chest. Bill pressed a short kiss to the top of the bear's head, and switched the beside lamp off, plunging the room into darkness. He let his eyes flutter shut again, and he tucked himself a ways underneath the duvet. It didn't take all that long for Bill to fall asleep, he was tired and his bed was comfortable. He hoped Micheal would still be there in the morning, he liked his new friend.</div>

<div align=center>William's dream was strange, he couldn't remember much of it, but it was very dark and he'd been very cold. He'd been looking for something, but he didn't know what that was, he couldn't remember and it was frustrating him. He groaned, and sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and yawning. It was way too early for him, then again, any time past midday was too early for him, sleeping was William's favourite past time. He ran a hand through his hair, it was mussed and stuck up on end, for a second or two, he'd forgotten that Micheal had bedded up in his room too (then again Bill didn't think the boy had actually slept. He wondered how he could do that.)

Bill realized all of a sudden that he had just woken up and most likely looked terrible. He squeaked lightly and pulled the duvet up over his head, "oh!" He pushed a small part away, glancing across the room at the other boy, he was still there, and William was kind of thankful for it, it was like staying at his friends house when he was younger again, he had always liked that, William really enjoyed company. "Good morning."</div>

<div align=center>William groaned, and fell backwards again. He shook his head, he felt as exhausted as ever, it felt like he'd been running rather than sleeping, he usually fidgeted a lot when he slept, but that didn't usually effect him, it was normal, his dream however had worn him out, he was still trying to work out what he was looking for. "Not really," he mumbled, frowning a little. He laughed softly, it might have done him good if Micheal had woken him, though then again he might not have even fallen back asleep if that had been the case, he shrugged.

"I tend to move around a lot when I sleep," William answered, laughing softly, "that's why I can't really sleep in the same bed with anyone else," he smiled, "I end up either on top of them or pushing them out." He laughed again at the thought, he'd had to share a bed with a friend a little while ago, the friend had ended up on the floor and Bill had been curled up in the dead center of the bed, he couldn't help it, he just tended to need a lot of space. "I did have a kinda crazy dream though," he yawned, "couldn't tell you what it was about, though."</div>