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[Mar. 15th, 2010|12:00 am] |
*wakes up screaming from a nightmare, in the midst of what sounds like an Eru-awful storm* *hyperventilates as he realises how fucking dark it is in his room* *fumbles on the bedside lamp and collapses back against his pillows, staring at the ceiling, choking back sobs*
(A dream, an endless dream, of falling, of being pushed by (Ecthelion) (Erestor) (Idril), of being told to jump by (Gil-galad) (Elrond), every face familiar and so-well loved)
*rests his left hand on his chest, which still heaves up and down with gasping breaths and shakes his head* *almost soundlessly* Oh no.
*huddles against his pillows and remembers and remembers and remembers* And, oh, must we be friends?
*falls back into a fitful sleep as dawn approaches and it is late in the day (though not yet near dark) when he manages to leave his house* *should tell his doctors that he knows himself, such as he is, but finds, instead, that his feet lead him towards the gazebo (it is peaceful, at least) (I cannot be really sad here)* |
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