9: Jim
“You don’t tug on Superman’s cape. You don’t spit into the wind. You don’t pull the mask off the ol’ Lone Ranger, and you don’t mess around with-“~ Jim Croce
This time when Frank woke, it wasn't to darkness but to a ray of light coming down from the attic window right on top of him. Frank pulled the covers over his head, then frustratedly tossed them aside after he got too hot. If he was going to stay here for long he should see about covering that damn porthole so he didn't wake up at the crack of dawn. If he was going to stay here for long, that was. He still felt gross with sweat, and his skin was still raw with assorted bug bites and scrapes. Might as well get that swim in early if he was going to be up at all. Could always go back to bed later if he wanted.
Frank grumpily pu
