Regina Mills (mostresilient) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-09-02 01:43:00 |
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Current music: | Brighter than the Sun - Colbie Caillat |
Characters: Regina Mills and Open
When: Sunday Early Morning
Location: Library Car
Warnings/Rating: None, will update if necessary
Summary: Regina can’t sleep so she goes to the library car to find a book to read when she suddenly has the urge to sing.
Status: Open, Complete
Despite her dreams of late she’d had a restful few days. The night before she’d had a pleasant dream of when she had cast the curse trapping everyone in Storybook. When Regina had awoken Saturday morning she was pleasantly surprised to see the dark dreary cave landscape outside her window. She knew immediately that it would be bothering Belle and couldn’t help but message the woman. Taunting her throughout the day had been amusing and kept her quite occupied. But after an eventful day she found herself unable to fall asleep. She had tried an extra long shower hoping that the hot water would sooth her body into slumber. When that hadn’t worked she tried lying in all different positions before giving up altogether. Throwing a pair of pants and a fitted shirt on she grabbed her phone and left her room. As she walked in the direction of the library she thought that reading might possible be the thing that put her to sleep or at the very least wore her down into such a state in which she could then force herself to sleep. When she entered into the library car she was all of a sudden struck with this urge to sing. At first she tried to ignore it but she quickly realized that she couldn’t and her mouth just opened and began without her meaning it to. Stop me on the corner I swear you hit me like a vision I, I, I wasn’t expecting But who am I to tell fate where its supposed to go with it? Don’t you blink you might miss it See we got a right to just love it or leave it You find it and keep it ‘Cause it ain’t everyday that you get the chance to say Oh, this is how it starts, lightning strikes the heart It goes off like a gun, brighter than the sun. Oh, we could be the stars, falling from the sky Shining how we want, brighter than the sun. As she kept singing she grew more and more horrified. Leaving her room had been an absolute disaster and she should have just stayed put. |