Treat G. Lorimer (omnomnoming) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-10-21 23:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | #solo, 2009-09-19, treat |
Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?
WHO: Treat
WHAT/WHEN: The dream; this morning || thirteen years ago, approx.
WHERE: Kammie's home || his home in Virginia
WARNINGS: Heavy swearing in a section.
Treat had fallen asleep sitting up again. It was really getting to be a problem. He leaned over to check the clock on the mantelpiece. It read a little past two in the morning. Groaning as he sat up, he closed the book he’d been reading and set it on a nearby table. Rubbing his cheek, he wondered if Morgan would appreciate a 2 AM booty call. They had been, after all, very good since they’d arrived at his parents’ house three days ago. He groggily made his way towards the door to the library and had just turned the handle when he heard hushed footsteps on the other side. Pulling the door open just enough for him to see, he saw his younger sister in a disgustingly scanty dress cross the hallway and back up the stairs. He couldn’t tell from his vantage point, but he was sure there had been blood on her dress.