August 25th
Some things never change
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Peter lay in bed one night, unable to sleep, just staring up at the ceiling.
He'd been laying there for goodness knows how long, and just could not take it any longer, he needed to move.
Being as quiet as he could he climbed out of bed, grabbed his dressing gown, flung it over his shoulders and tiptoed across the room.
Reaching his brother's bed he couldn't help but stop, staring at Edmund, who was completely out of it, fast asleep.
He was laying on his stomach, head to his left side, one arm on the pillow and the other tucked under his chest.
Peter smiled, he'd always slept like that.
He looked so young as well, which he certainly wasn't anymore, he was going on 19, his birthday being in a few weeks, but right there, asleep and in the light of the street lamps shining through the curtains, he looked about twelve.
The innocent look on his face made Peter smile again, he guessed some things never changed.
He watched his brother sleep for a moment, before chuckling quietly to himself and headed downstairs.
Perhaps a nice cup of tea would help him sleep a bit better.
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