Re: Dream: Janus/Atticus
"You." Spoken to the mirror.
Articulate, as always, Atticus left his greeting there. Recognized Janus. Recognized the Jock. Was asleep, his mind not linear and not protesting. Could be both Janus and Jock. No logical reason why that couldn't be the case. Awake, he'd argue. Would say he should've recognized Janus in any guise. Here, Atticus didn't argue. He put down the toothbrush. Rinsed. Turned off the dream-tap.
Walked back to his bed. Atticus simply sat back against the headboard in the near-nothing, and he ran a hand over his disobedient curls. Had grown long. Needed a cut. His hand moved to his cheek. Needed a shave. "Good thing I'm not a vain man." Full sentence! Hallelujah!
"Look young." It was an astute observation, given the sluggish state of Atticus' mind. "What did you letter in?" Football, the fuzzy memory of the Halloween event told him, but no way of knowing if that was true. "Popular? Never got married? Thought guys that lettered had cheerleader girlfriends lined up."