The morning found Fen in bed, still sleeping soundly as the sun rose into the sky. He enjoyed his rest, in his nice, soft bed, in the quiet of his own room. Fen had thought it was pretty cool to get a house of his own, even if he [i]did[/i] share half of it with some guy with a funny accent. His housemate was never a bother. Isam was sort of a quiet fellow. 

Fen began to stir when the sun shined into his window. He rolled over onto his back and cracked his eyes open to look up at the plain, white ceiling. His stomach gave a soft growl. What was for breakfast, he wandered? Fen had never learned how to cook, so Isam usually did the meal making. But when Fen pulled on his basketball shorts and ventured out, no Isam was to be found. No breakfast, either. The wolf man gave a disappointed whimper. He went into the pantry and settled for a stale bagel that had been there for a while.

As he munched on his unimpressive breakfast, Fen headed out the front door and into the little paradise. There were several people out and about, but none of them were his housemate. Fen absently wandered where the man had gotten off to.

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Isam had left the house when it was still dark. Maybe night he found himself laying in bed, awake, too tired to fall asleep. He finally decided to get up, get dressed, and maybe go do something useful. At the ungodly hour that he ventured out, the most useful thing he could think to do was sweep the front porch. It gave him time to get some fresh, to clear his head. 

Once the sun had risen, Isam made his way over to his closest friend's home. Omar was usually who he went to talk to when things got rough. He knew the things Isam was forced to live with, and he somehow always knew what to say to him. The man's home was almost all the way across the city, which was fine with Isam. The walk was peaceful and refreshing. He kept his hands in the front pockets on his jacket as he walked along, halfway dazed with exhaustion. Maybe he should sleep soon.