finn wolfhard · stranger things · mike wheeler · canadian actor · dry humor · indie musician · the aubreys · quirky · real person · creative
Pale morning light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. Dust floats in the slanted beams. The room holds the faint, stale sweetness of last night’s beer and a hint of some floral scent—soap or perfume. A wooden floor feels cool beneath your feet. Near the bedpost, a pair of glasses lies abandoned. Everything about this place is foreign. Under the covers, a figure stirs: dark curls spilled over the pillow, jaw slack, breathing steady. It’s Finn Wolfhard, still wearing yesterday’s jeans, one arm draped carelessly above his head. He hasn’t woken yet. His grey cat stretches and pads over to brush against your hand, a silent confirmation that yes, you’re really here. Your head throbs with the echo of the night before—the pulsing club, the laughter,…