Bren slowly opened the door to the house, peaked his head through the door, and peered about the dark parlor.  The sun was just beginning to bleed through the windows above the sink of the kitchen.  The small ray or orange light stretched from the kitchen tile to the living room that was opposite of it.  All the lights were still off in the house meaning everyone was still tucked neatly in bed.  The day was probably a good couple of hours away from begging which meant he could probably catch a little bit of shut eye himself before day began to take shape.  He knew a lot of people would be anxious to see him considering his elongated absence from home, thus his day was going to be far from uneventful.  Bren creped through the doorway and slowly closed the door.  A bit of nostalgia flustered over his mind as he turned around to face the room once again.  Memories of the countless mornings running down the stairs and scrambling into the middle of the parlor in a rush to make it to school on time, and the hot summer days of sipping orange juice in the cool retreat of the room.  He began to actually feel the amount of time away from his home, his town, his childhood weighing down on him as he was met with these and many more memories.

He sighed with a smirk on his face as he rendezvoused with these sweet memories.  But a more important matter bumped into his mind, sleep.  Bren looked around the room once more then stealthily made his way for the stair case to his right.  He flinched as the stairs creaked painfully under each of his steps.  “Great,” he thought.  It seemed like one hundred years of trekking the most audible stairs in existence.  He let out another sigh upon reaching the top and turned to his left to go to his room.  The upstairs of his house was very simple and was composed of one hallway that stretched left at the top of the stairs and then turned right and ended.  At the end of the hallway was a window overlooking the city and on the left wall was the door to his room.  He walked to the window and stared out at the town.  The town was just begging to be bathed in the light of the morning sun.  The sight was something he hadn’t seen in a good while and was a breath of fresh air to him, a very refreshing breath.  He continued to stare at the slowly awakening city until he yawned, took the hint of his mind and body’s exhaustion, and turned away to go to his room.  Upon entering his room he immediately slung his bags on the bed and stared around the old room.  Yet another flow of old memories tantalized his brain, but at this point in time, his mind had had enough nostalgia for one morning and he headed for the bathroom door to take a shower.