x (loud) wrote in repose, @ 2020-05-12 16:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, holly nicodemo-webster, noah nicodemo-webster |
Mini-log: Noah NW + Holly NW
Who: Noah Nicodemo-Webster & Holly Nicodemo-Webster
What: a bad dream
Where: their apartment
When: 3:30AM
Warnings/Rating: not really
Noah had had less nightmares since he'd left the B&B. Tonight, though, sucked. The past few days, in fact. It's like all the memories had stirred up the gritty silt of Bad Shit and now they were mired in it. The town, as a whole. So, when Noah sat the up in bed, feeling like he couldn't breathe—gasping, lips bloodless and cold, his whole body shaking and covered in a film of clammy, cloying sweat—he knew it was just more of the same. A nightmare. Even as his mind tried to orient itself in time and space and safety, Noah kept telling himself it was a nightmare. A nightmare. A nightmare. It was only a nightmare. Except he still felt like he was choking. He could barely feel his fingertips as he clawed at his own throat and as he fought this reality for breath.