Things Don't Get Any Easier When You're Dead [Arrival Narrative]
The only certain thing in life is change. Most of Harry's changes, lately, hadn't been good ones.
Maybe this one wouldn't be good either... but it didn't have that feel to it.
He took forty minutes shaving and putting on his nicest clothes, which amounted to jeans and a t-shirt that had actually been ironed. He didn't have any cologne, so the deodorant and soap would have to do. Harry didn't allow himself to think about what was going on. In a dream, if you ever start to realize it's a dream, poof! It's gone. Harry didn't want that to happen.
After that, waiting for Murphy to come back, he spent a while just... breathing. She'd said an hour. That would be fifteen more minutes. So Harry listened to the water around the boat. The ticking of the clock. The peaceful silence. Drinking in the comforting sense of solitude all around.
( Screw this Zen crap. )
Maybe this one wouldn't be good either... but it didn't have that feel to it.
He took forty minutes shaving and putting on his nicest clothes, which amounted to jeans and a t-shirt that had actually been ironed. He didn't have any cologne, so the deodorant and soap would have to do. Harry didn't allow himself to think about what was going on. In a dream, if you ever start to realize it's a dream, poof! It's gone. Harry didn't want that to happen.
After that, waiting for Murphy to come back, he spent a while just... breathing. She'd said an hour. That would be fifteen more minutes. So Harry listened to the water around the boat. The ticking of the clock. The peaceful silence. Drinking in the comforting sense of solitude all around.
( Screw this Zen crap. )