Anakin's room [way late, NFB]

After nightly meditations and fighting with Vladdie to get off the ceiling, Anakin slid into a pair of sleep pants, flopped onto his bed and dialed a number so familiar his fingers had worn away the paint on the number buttons.

That sort of thing happened when you called once (or twice, or three times) a day.

[OOC: For the one in Connecticut]