A grimanced captured Michaelās features as soon as he regained consciousness. Morning-time, bleh. He wasnāt a lazy person, but he did enjoy sleep. He had sheets with 1000 thread-count, and they held him in their embrace for 8 hours. It was hard for him to pull himself From them. They reminded him if the embrace from a womanāwarm, smooth, and soft. After painfully prying himself from the warmth of the sheets, he slung his lanky legs over the edge of the mattress. Sliding his feet into his slippers, he stood to his feet and stretched.
The musician padded over to the windows and opened the curtains. The sunlight hit him, but it wasnāt blinding. He cracked his windows to inhale natureās fresh air, and turned on his heel to get ready for the day. The music was blaring through the speakers of Neverland, and he could hear the joyful laughter of childeren & the scolding voices of parents. The fun started without him, and he had to get ready to make an appearance.
He grabbed a shower, and wrapped the towel around his waist as he freshened uo in the mirror. The mirror wasnāt his favorite thing in the world, but it was needed to make sure he was presentable. He fixed his hair, shaved, brished his teeth, and put on deoderant. Once he felt fresh and clean, he then proceeded to get dressed. Since he was little, he was used to having his clothes laid out on the bed for himāso he got into the habit of doing it himself. He slipped on black slacks, white socks, a red button-down shirt, and black loafers.
Loafers werenāt āfunā shoes, but theyā become āfunā shoes for him. Heck, he did whole tours in them since The late 70s. After getting dressed, he grabbed his fedora and slid it on.
Padding into the kitchen, he gave his chef a polite nod and sat at the table. He ate a quickāBreakfast of bacon, eggs, and waffles before drinking a glass of milk. Afterwards, he popped a mint into his mouth and headed outside. A song tore its way from his throat as he absorbed the joy that Neverland had to offer.
He could see his friends in the distance, and excitement was bubbling up from within him to join them. He was happily walking over when he spotted one if the figures in the distance point to him. All the other figured turned, and then he saw silhouettes of waving handsāBeckoning him to join them. Being a people-pleaser, he couldnāt keep taking forever. He began to jog until he reached the crowd, and had his legs attacked by joyful youth. They gave him hugs, and he squatted down to return them. It was Brett, Mac, Taj, TJ, Tarryl, and others.
āNow that youāre here,ā Mac announced with a mistevious glint in his eyesāāTag, youāre it, Apple-Head!ā He tapped Michael on his head and the air was promptly filled with the squeals of triumphant children. He fondly shook his head and jogged after the group.
