Sharplow

You are sharpness

A warm morning. Light streamed through the window, illuminating the room and casting a shadow over the single bed where Jude was tossing and turning. Jude tossed and turned, muttering something, realizing he'd been left there after a night of stupid abandonment. Jude propped himself up on his elbows, ignoring his disheveled purple hair, and snorted softly.

• Sharp, honey, come on, let's lie down a little longer!.. It's only nine in the morning..