Erementarushokan

Skyes Freeman sat at the dinner table of his home, his newly bought laptop sitting before him, dressed simply in boxers, grey-camouflage jammies, a grey tank-top and socks, that were sliding around the linoleum floor of his kitchen. He'd just finished reading something about the recent news, some articles about some folks announcing they'd run for president in the next year, and others about pointless subjects, like celebrity break ups and rising interest in toothpaste sales. Skyes hadn't paid attention to those, other that the political news. The soft glow of his laptop screen added to the dim lamp, which sat by a radio, that played soft jaz