Arthur King (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} chasingphantoms) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} inpoormerit,@ 2010-03-30 10:23:00 |
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What: Massive confusion!
When: Early morning, Day 3
Rating: Probably low, unless King curses
King awoke slower than usual that morning, his brain taking its time to disentangle itself from the threads of dreams. Gently, his eyelids lifted, his pupils shrinking in reaction to the first rays of morning light filtering in from his open window. Looking up at his cieling (he always slept on his back), King took a few deep, rhythmic breaths, exhaling them slowly through his nose. At least the shock of waking up in an unfamiliar bed was beginning to wear off - one of the strengths of living a fragmented, military lifestyle was that you got so used to moving around that anywhere could be adapted into "home." Not that this shack would ever be home to King. Not if he could help it.
King sat up, ready to prepare for his morning run, when the vision - it had to be a vision; he would've noticed the extra weight on his bed - of a woman completely threw off his routine. For a moment, there was no sound but King's quick, sharp gasp, a shallow rush of air a world away from the deep breathing he'd been practicing just a few seconds earlier. His fists clenched tightly into twin balls of tension and his eyes bore deep into the strangely peaceful face of the woman on his bed. "I am dreaming," he told her steadily, privately annoyed at how weak and unconvincing his voice sounded. "I don't know who or what you are, but you're can't be here."