44 Blueberry Hill, Some Ridiculous Hour Between Friday and Saturday
"Gah!"
Sam sat up in bed, drenched in sweat with his breathing coming heavy, and a moment or two later he realized his hands were shaking.
What the hell had that dream been all about?
"Oh, gods," he muttered to himself, and flopped limply back onto the bed, trying desperately to calm himself down. It wasn't going very well.
There was an overwhelming need to just . . . cling.
[OOC: Establishy mostly (*eyes post tags*) because . . . because I had to. Also very vague 'cause yes. The people in the bed can of course react, but I'm conning it up all day tomorrow so mega-SP.]
Sam sat up in bed, drenched in sweat with his breathing coming heavy, and a moment or two later he realized his hands were shaking.
What the hell had that dream been all about?
"Oh, gods," he muttered to himself, and flopped limply back onto the bed, trying desperately to calm himself down. It wasn't going very well.
There was an overwhelming need to just . . . cling.
[OOC: Establishy mostly (*eyes post tags*) because . . . because I had to. Also very vague 'cause yes. The people in the bed can of course react, but I'm conning it up all day tomorrow so mega-SP.]