Irish Melody Washington (irish_melody) wrote in thefield, @ 2009-04-11 09:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | irish, payne, z - 1st tribe - day 15 |
Good Morning?
Who: Irish OTA
When: Morning of Day 15
Where: In the land of purple grass
What: New arrival
Rating: PG for now
It had been a very long day and bed seemed more inviting than usual. Between studying for finals, her three dance classes, and helping out down at the fire station cooking meals, Irish Washington was feeling the effect of less sleep than usual. She sat at her computer, the screen the only light in the room. Her chin was in her hand as her other hand worked over the keyboard, searching Google for the right kinds of sites. This summer she was going with a large group from her class to the old and forgotten parts of Ireland. There was an excavation point in Ballynahinch that had decided to let students in on the progress. She so excited to finally get some real hands on learning done, and to test how well she really did speak Gaelic.
Her eyes were drooping and her head was feeling heavy in her hand. But there was such staunch determination to find what she was looking for. Beside her, her purple Blackberry buzzed and lit up. Irish sighed and turned her attention from the computer, picking up her phone. "Hi, Daddy." Even as they spoke, she was shutting her computer down. It would all have to wait for the morning. She'd just have to get up a little earlier. "No, I'm going to bed now. Last I checked, Ernie was going to get everything and then Major was taking care of set up and stuff." She nodded, even though her father couldn't see it. "Yeah, I get out of class at three and I told Sarah she's got to take over class for me. No way I'm missing this." The captain of her father's squad was turning sixty and the entire station was throwing him a big party. They'd been planning it for weeks. "Okay, Dad." She yawned, stretching. "Talk to you tomorrow. Love you, too. Night." She hung up and then pushed the bottom for her alarm. It was a nice night in in Manhattan and her windows were open. She climbed between her fleece sheets, stuck her earbuds in and turned her music on. "You Led Me" by BarlowGirl flooded her hearing, and it didn't take long for her to pass out.
Consciousness came back to her in small waves. The first thing she thought of was that her mattress was harder than she used to. That meant she had to fluff her down mattress cover again. Her music had stopped, too. That meant she must have rolled over and unplugged from it. She could still feel her iPod in her hand. Brows came together and she rolled over, pulling her fleece sheet up over head head. Too bright. That wasn't right. Her apartment was usually too dark and needed lights on all the time. Beneath her sheet, Irish opened her eyes. Yeah, way too bright. She pulled her sheet down...and stared at the sky above her. Well this was...unexpected. She sat up, pulling the buds from her ears. Checking her iPod, the song on pause was "Imaginary" by Evanesence. Okay, that made sense. But, wasn't the sky supposed to be purple, and not the grass?
Standing up, she took a step from her bedding, out in the middle of who knew where with nothing but a pink tank-top, and pink Happy Bunny pj pants. She didn't even have socks. But in a dream, did socks really matter? Tucking her iPod in the elastic band of her pants, Irish started walking away from her sheets and her pillow. There was no point in freaking out. Not yet. She still wasn't entirely convinced this wasn't just an elaborate dream. Brown eyes scanned the treeline, noticing how absolutely nothing looked the way it was supposed to. Okay, so the grass felt real enough. But Irish was an intellectual. Falling asleep in ones bed meant they would wake up in the same place. Not in some tripped out version of reality.
She had no idea how long she walked or even where she was going before reality started setting in, and she started feeling the sickening feeling of panic in her stomach. Even at nineteen, her first thought was that all she wanted was her dad. But he wasn't there. no one was there. Maybe that was what had her so scared at this point. "Hello?" Her voice was shaky, the panic migrating from just her stomach to make a lump in her throat. "Hello!" she yelled, louder this time. "Is anybody out there?" The best thing she could think to do was go back to her sheets and pillow, lay down and close her eyes. Tight. But by now, she had no idea where she was. And she'd been wandering for so long that it seemed the sun was setting. What now? Had she wandering that long? She sat down, lost in the thees that were so unfamiliar. She drew her knees up to her chest, looking around with wide eyes. There was a sound then, and it made her stiffen. It came again and she felt her pulse quicken. Tears came then. "Somebody!" she pled loudly. Burying her face in her keens she added in a whimper, "please let me wake up."