Thomas groaned as the light lit. He had wanted to sleep a little longer. He had just had a great idea for a story in his head, but because the lights came on he couldn't have the end of it. That dream had been telling him a great idea for a story and now he was missing its climax, its very ending, that answer that would've told him what it all was.<br/><br/>Frustratedly he sat up and sighed, crossing his arms. His insistence to see the dream through had held him asleep longer than usual, up until the lights came on and forced him awake, but he still felt he hadn't rested enough. Ah well, there was time for everything. Stretching out, the young man stood up and waited, hoping they'd come sometime soon then. If they were as impolite as to force him awake they ought to at least show up too at some point.<br/><br/>He wasn't suicidal or looking to destroy himself, no matter what the people here thought, he simply knew he could come out of it without harm. It was frustrating how they would not listen. Of course, they wouldn't understand, but that was nothing new. His parents hadn't either. Sighing, he wondered to himself what the day would bring then. Hopefully they'd at least agree he wasn't showing any suicidal tendencies and wouldn't always be so damn paranoid about his actions.<br/><br/>