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"[b][color=ccb5e1]Mmm--[/color][/b]"

Ash was having a nice dream. A nice, surreal, Ash-style dream. Acres of land spread out beneath his feet, bright green and red and pink with grasses and wild flowers that gathered at his hip and waved wildly in the blistering gales that pressed against his back. The sky above was pitch black and dotted with stars; crisp with winter chill and endlessness. Ash breathed out in this dream of his, watching with a mystified expression as his sigh escaped him in the form of a cloud. He sighed again and again until the stars above were heavy and hidden behind his own creation, a storm of cosmic proportions.

The wind picked up, bringing with it a familiar voice he could easily tune out but decided not to because it was a pleasant sound to focus on over the rumbling above. The storm brewed in the dark sky as he settled onto the hard dream-earth and listened to the voice, the small whispers that urged him to forget the lightness of sleeping despite his body's wish to stay dormant. Hands reached up from the earth slowly, curled across his ankles and wrists and hips, holding him steady and gently as his dream tried to continue on and on and on.

And then everything vanished in a burst of light and the rustling of fabric. Ash flipped over in the bed and buried his face into the pillow, muttering out a curse that even he couldn't decipher. The dream lived on the tattered remains of his unconsciousness, showing images of lightning and scattered flowers and familiar eyes, and then it was gone all together and Ash was left awake and groggy. Grumpy. He sat up slowly and blinked out at the room, lower half wrapped tightly in a sheet which he didn't have the energy to get out of. His eyes turned to the open window and he sighed, staring out at the curling moon and still-starry sky with a dubious gaze.

"[b][color=ccb5e1]Early...[/color][/b]" Was all he managed to say as he swayed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. The smell of coffee and Winter was enough to drag his eyes over to the man by the window and, despite his irked state, he forced a tiny smile and carded his fingers through his [i]horrendously[/i] tousled hair. Instead of moving from the bed to greet them, however, he leaned forward onto his elbows and curled his legs to cross lightly in the air above his sheet-covered backside. "[b][color=ccb5e1]Good mornin-- wait, wait. I'm out of coffee already?[/color][/b]"

Ashley twisted slightly stare out the door, as if prepared to see his diminished stock from just a glance. Instead of seeing the kitchen, he heard jazz echoing from the rest of the apartment. Classy. [i]Doesn't make me anyless coffee-less however.[/i] His eyebrows furrowed, again, with annoyance and he turned back to Winter to share the exaggerated expression, "[b][color=ccb5e1]Coffee guzzler-- you're a menace on my household~.[/color][/b]" Despite his harsh words, however, his lips were spread into a snarky, tired grin, and his face slid down to rest against the rumpled bed. The northern light falling in through the window pressed against his bare shoulders and sleep-ruined hair, and it reflected in his dark eyes as he said, "[b][color=ccb5e1]I'd appreciate it, though. The getting me coffee thing. That'd be sweet of you.[/color][/b]" Ash sighed again, eyes sliding shut as a second wind of sleepiness threatened to steal away his mind again.

"[b][color=ccb5e1]Damn it's early-- anyway you have a shoot? Tell me more, or uh, talk about it before I pass out again.[/color][/b]"