. (isconfetti) wrote in repose, @ 2020-04-02 05:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, daniel webster, hannah smith, si mayer |
[Above Webster's, in Daniel's place: Hannah & Daniel, + Si.]
[After, she slept. Sleep, sleep, fitful dreams and still wearing the night's costume. She had no notion of the passage of time, but no one did when they slept, and in this she wasn't different than anyone else who slept. But she dreamed, and this was new. She hadn't found herself wading in dreams since before. Before, because everything in her life was before and after. Before the house, and before Marcus, and before dying, and before awakening. And, now, before this. Before this bed and the fluttering open of her eyes as the world lost its blur. But she couldn't move. She couldn't and couldn't and couldn't, and this again. She grit her teeth and made sounds akin to whimpers and whines, and she could see the man in the chair beside the bed.]