Sleeping In

Link gasped as he jolted upright in his cot. Pain rippled through his entire body, and he could not stop shivering. He ached all over, and his usually cozy shelter suddenly felt cold and lonely. He was unable to decide whether he should get up and eat some breakfast, or settle back into his bunk to try and get some real sleep. Eventually, the chill of the air persuaded him to try the latter, and he hastily snuggled back under his blanket, closing his eyes and hoping for pleasant dreams. But the dreams never came. He rolled over, counted squirrels, and even tried singing lullabies to himself. Sadly, nothing worked—it seemed the more he tried to lull himself to sleep, the more awake he became. Link finally threw aside the blanket in frustration, and got to his feet. He looked around his cabin—there was a small wooden table made from half of a log in the corner of the room, with two tiny tree stump chairs set neatly on opposite sides. A wooden worktable was set on the opposite side of the room, cluttered not so neatly with papers, paintbrushes, spades, small knives, wooden blocks, and all kinds of other trinkets. A mirror and wash basin sat near the center of the table, along with his clothes. They were very plain clothes—a slim, green tunic woven from leaves, tied around the base with a strand of twine, and a small pair of boots (Link preferred not to guess what this was made out of). On top of these garments lay a small, green hat. It was pointed at the end, but slack, so that it hung down flatly almost to his shoulders. Although most everyone in the Kokiri forest wore this style garb, each set managed to distinguish itself in creative ways. Many of the other boys wore tunics and hats made from red or orange leaves, or from moss, or even some from thorny vines! The girls were more creative (and safe), and often had special garments made from lily flowers or different color roses. Of course, Link's wasn't anything special. Just plain old, boring green.
“Well, I guess I should get dressed.”
And that’s precisely what he did. After slipping into his tunic (which was much to large for him), and tightening it with his belt, he jumped into his boots and fitted his floppy cap neatly across his head. Then, feeling a bit hungry, he sat himself down at his table, and began to snarf down a collection of deku seeds he had gathered several weeks prior. Suddenly, he heard a voice outside. Rather, several voices, coming his way.
“I wonder if he’s home?”
“He’ll be there. He always sleeps in. Such a lazy bum.”
“Quiet! He’ll hear you!”
“Dummy! We’re not trying to sneak up on him! We’re just…'visiting'.”
"We're just...visiting? But I thought we were...were... Oh...I get it...we're just 'visiting'. Heh heh heh. I get it now."
"You're an idiot."
Link’s heart sank. He knew those voices all too well. A quick look out of the window by his bedside confirmed his suspicions—he had slept in.