Jackson's Bedroom

Pretend that computer is a Braille typewriter. Jackson needs things to be neat so he can find stuff easily, and doesn't trip.

Jackson set Taylor's cage on the ground by his closet and opened the tiny door. He took the bit of parchment out of his pocket and set it on his desk. He hoped the ink hadn't smudged, he would be upset if he couldn't ring Gemma. He smiled as Taylor landed on his shoulder, scratching the little owl's ear tufts before setting him on top of his cage. Jackson changed into his pyjamas and fell into bed, exhausted.

"We're going to the beach!" Jackson cried happily. He changed into his swim trunks and pulled on a tee-shirt, velcroing his sandals on.

Jackson buttoned his shirt and tucked the ends into his trousers. He slid on his nice shoes. He was a little nervous, and a lot excited. A real marriage! Vafara, who was going to be his astronomy professor soon... He knew it was going to be on the beach, so he shoved his sandals, swim trunks, shorts, and a tee-shirt in a knapsack. Hopefully he wouldn't have to stay in fancy clothes for a long time. He heard his mum's high heeled shoes click-clicking nearer.
"Alright, I have my cell phone, you have pocket money, let's get going."
On the drive, he stuck his head out the window, loving the wind in his face.