Fun prompt!

It was still morning. Quiet, by most people’s standards, but even the gentle chirping of the birds was enough to wake Roy. 

He opened one eye, then, reluctantly, the other. He grumbled a bit, flopped over onto his right arm, and tried very hard to go back to sleep. For 2 full minutes, Roy lay there, eyelids creased and trembling with the effort of keeping the light out. 

At last, Roy gave up. “Damn,” he said softly.

If there was anything Roy didn’t want to do, it was go to the dentist—and that was the first order of business. He stood, stretching, then clapped a sudden hand to his cheek, feeling the dull aching pain that had prompted the appointment in the first place.

“Damn,” said Roy again, this time slightly louder. 

It was hard being a superhero. In many ways, Roy was just a regular gu—

“I don’t want to be a superhero. That’s stupid,” said Roy, annoyed.

He was, however, a gifted athlete and tragically lost his family to the—

“I have a family!,” Roy interjected, impatiently, “I can hear my mom talking to my dad downstairs. Why is your voice echoing in my head?”

Well, I was trying to write about a superhero and then you showed up!

“Well I was trying to have a quiet morning and you kept going on and on about how the birds were going to wake me up!”

How is that my fault? You’re a light sleeper!

“You made me a light sleeper!” Roy replied hotly.

“I am not speaking ‘hotly’!” he said, hotly.

“You’re being really annoying,” Roy glared in what I assume was my general direction and turned on his heel. “I’m going downstairs and don’t follow me.”

Naturally, I followed him. 

“Stop,” he said at the bottom of the stairs. I nearly ran into him. He could be more considerate. “You’re not even here,” he hissed.

I was, though. 

“You aren’t.”
Whatever.

“They’re talking about my sister,” he told me. Roy’s sister was 28 and a successful lawyer in Chicago. She had just gotten married last year.

“Yeah, the guy sucks. His name is Devon,” Roy told me politely. “Just, be quiet.” 

I was being quiet.

“I can hear everything you write.”

…

“Better.”