Who: Joanie and Russell What: Waking up after the full moon Where: 705 When: The morning after the full moon, around 10 o'clock Warnings: Intense awkwardness
As sunlight slatted through the windows of 705, Joanie felt a strange tickling beneath her skin. Swatting absently at the air, she shifted in her half-sleep, trying desperately to cling to the dream world that consumed her. She wasn't sure what she was dreaming, really, only that she was doing so. For all she knew, it was just a cocoon of blackness, a velvet drape that consumed her.
At least there, she wasn't green and confused.
But all good things must come to an end, and she finally saw the world swim into view around her. At first, she was struck by how alien things were. That ceiling, though similar to hers, wasn't hers. Tension gripped her as she felt the back of a couch against her cheek - she didn't sleep on a couch. With a gasp, she braced her hands against the couch, lifting herself just slightly in order to look around.
She had balled herself up on one end of the couch, her head resting on its arm. On the other end of the couch slumped Russell, still asleep, with Zeph the cat curled up on his lap. The sight brought a soft smile to her face, and for a moment, she considered just leaving so as to not disturb him. But she knew that even though that was a kind gesture, it was equally cruel. So she scooted back to sit on her side of the couch, resting her chin on her knees. Maybe she would just wait until he woke up. But then, what would she do until them? Watch him? This wasn't Twilight.
Conflicted, she finally reached out with a pale hand - thank God she wasn't green anymore - and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. "Russell?" she whispered, leaning forward just slightly. "Russell, you awake?" Dumb question.