Keia
I aim to misbehave
14:47
Danny Rand's place
Brandon, being a west coaster at heart, slept until a very respectable noon (or 9 am on the west coast, he had often reminded Danny). His sleep was troubled by nightmares again, visions of people burning and he was the cause. For every one he saved another fell in their path. Brandon forced himself awake and immediately began the meditation rituals that Danny had taught him.
He needed his mind clear to help control his body. A quick glance at the sofa showed no damage – he’d been lucky. After his meditation, Brandon checked on the others: Danny was on the phone (probably with Misty . . . again) and Angela was still asleep. Brandon listened at the door and didn’t hear anything unusual.
He put on his USC sweatshirt, pants and running shoes, letting Danny know he was heading out for his daily run. To Brandon, running was better than the meditation – but Danny insisted that running meant motion and action while meditation meant calm and peace. He supposed Danny was right, but that didn’t me that he wouldn’t still argue about it.
After the jog (the last 15 minutes at a flat out run), Brandon showered then looked at the clock, ready to really start the rest of his day. It was after 2:00pm and Angela still wasn’t up. He decided to head out to the balcony of the apartment and sat on a chair, legs propped on the railing. His favorite black shades were on his eyes and his headphone MP3 player was playing a steady stream of original movie scores. Nothing like Hunt for the Red October to get the blood pumping.
Maybe I should think about trying to learn Russian, Brandon thought, then maybe I’d have some idea what they were saying. He grinned . . . the day was starting pretty good.
Danny Rand's place
Brandon, being a west coaster at heart, slept until a very respectable noon (or 9 am on the west coast, he had often reminded Danny). His sleep was troubled by nightmares again, visions of people burning and he was the cause. For every one he saved another fell in their path. Brandon forced himself awake and immediately began the meditation rituals that Danny had taught him.
He needed his mind clear to help control his body. A quick glance at the sofa showed no damage – he’d been lucky. After his meditation, Brandon checked on the others: Danny was on the phone (probably with Misty . . . again) and Angela was still asleep. Brandon listened at the door and didn’t hear anything unusual.
He put on his USC sweatshirt, pants and running shoes, letting Danny know he was heading out for his daily run. To Brandon, running was better than the meditation – but Danny insisted that running meant motion and action while meditation meant calm and peace. He supposed Danny was right, but that didn’t me that he wouldn’t still argue about it.
After the jog (the last 15 minutes at a flat out run), Brandon showered then looked at the clock, ready to really start the rest of his day. It was after 2:00pm and Angela still wasn’t up. He decided to head out to the balcony of the apartment and sat on a chair, legs propped on the railing. His favorite black shades were on his eyes and his headphone MP3 player was playing a steady stream of original movie scores. Nothing like Hunt for the Red October to get the blood pumping.
Maybe I should think about trying to learn Russian, Brandon thought, then maybe I’d have some idea what they were saying. He grinned . . . the day was starting pretty good.
