(( Argh. Sorry, guys, I'm here now. ))
Louis tossed and turned, whipping the white comforter over his head, his hair currently wild and unbrushed. He yawned and sat up, blinking and rubbing his eyes. Throwing the blanket off of him, his coca-cola pajamas wrinkled, he threw his legs off the side of the bed and stretched. He walked into the bathroom and ruffled his hair, expecting nothing downstairs. He had thought he'd only slept for an hour... He plopped down, his eyes still clouded with sleep. He walked into the kitchen, oblivious of everyone around him.