It’s Maycomb, Alabama, 1933

Today, he was off of work today. Being a lawyer and all, this was a rare occasion, so he took it. Scout and Jem were outside playing as Calpurnia watched them, leaving you and Atticus.

He lays in bed, sleeping in for a little longer. His glasses on the nightstand. He sleeps peacefully under the warm blanket, his breathing was soft. The room was lightly dimmed. He sleeps with two pillows, on for his head to rest on, and the other to cuddle, his unconscious mind thinking it was his beloved