( Peter does not wake up at the asscrack of dawn. often he's awake then, but not because he wants to be. it's because some crisis in Midtown means he only barely beat sunrise to crawl into bed. when he does sleep, it is never well. has to do with spider senses that don't turn off, even when his head hits the pillow.
it's practically a reasonable time to wake when he finally does. he feels both exhausted and like he's slept for ages all at once. the world blurs around him, and it takes an uncomfortably long time to realize it's because he's not wearing his glasses. an idea that already feels wrong, as he hasn't needed glasses for years now. a pair were carefully settled next to his bed, and Peter puts them on, but honestly things are hardly more clear once he can actually see. because he's in a different bedroom, in a different place, wearing actual pajamas, again. and distinctly still not where he needs to be, which is home. New York. and not...
well, he doesn't know where this is. it still feels like a dream, as he drags out of bed and slowly wanders down the stairs. he collects one of the family pictures from the wall as he goes, blearily staring at faces he doesn't recognize. which is weird in and of itself, because he could swear he did this and that the picture was different last time. is he still sleeping? is this a hellish Inception multi-leveled dream?? if so, how does he wake up, he's definitely ready to not be in suburbia.
he still has the picture in hand when he aimlessly finds the kitchen, and startles immediately to find someone in it. the picture spirals helplessly in the air, and because Peter does not have spider senses or spider reaction speeds, he fumbles with it two or three times before he barely manages to catch it. )
Holy — ( Peter doesn't swear, so however he was going to finish that sentence is immediately stifled. he swallows, recognizing the guy behind the glower as the one in the pictures. one often next to him, ruffling his hair or a hand on his shoulder or some other fatherly pose that makes Peter uncomfortable to face him now. but what choice does he have, unless he wants to immediately leave this situation? )
Um. Hi? ( a solid start. way to conversation, kid. )
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it's practically a reasonable time to wake when he finally does. he feels both exhausted and like he's slept for ages all at once. the world blurs around him, and it takes an uncomfortably long time to realize it's because he's not wearing his glasses. an idea that already feels wrong, as he hasn't needed glasses for years now. a pair were carefully settled next to his bed, and Peter puts them on, but honestly things are hardly more clear once he can actually see. because he's in a different bedroom, in a different place, wearing actual pajamas, again. and distinctly still not where he needs to be, which is home. New York. and not...
well, he doesn't know where this is. it still feels like a dream, as he drags out of bed and slowly wanders down the stairs. he collects one of the family pictures from the wall as he goes, blearily staring at faces he doesn't recognize. which is weird in and of itself, because he could swear he did this and that the picture was different last time. is he still sleeping? is this a hellish Inception multi-leveled dream?? if so, how does he wake up, he's definitely ready to not be in suburbia.
he still has the picture in hand when he aimlessly finds the kitchen, and startles immediately to find someone in it. the picture spirals helplessly in the air, and because Peter does not have spider senses or spider reaction speeds, he fumbles with it two or three times before he barely manages to catch it. )
Holy — ( Peter doesn't swear, so however he was going to finish that sentence is immediately stifled. he swallows, recognizing the guy behind the glower as the one in the pictures. one often next to him, ruffling his hair or a hand on his shoulder or some other fatherly pose that makes Peter uncomfortable to face him now. but what choice does he have, unless he wants to immediately leave this situation? )
Um. Hi? ( a solid start. way to conversation, kid. )