10-22-2016, 08:26 PM
Malcolm sits up, rubs the sleep from his eyes. then the closet door opens itself and a shirt lifts off it's hanger to float over to him.
As more articles of clothes drift over one by one, he looks at Johnny.
"I'm.m gon..na h..hurry while th..there are st.till some of th.those wrap.ps l.left from y.yest..terday."
As more articles of clothes drift over one by one, he looks at Johnny.
"I'm.m gon..na h..hurry while th..there are st.till some of th.those wrap.ps l.left from y.yest..terday."