scene 38: strange how I find myself so often on a distant shore.
[Sarah stirs in her sleep, consciousness taking its time in coming to her. She shifts slightly, her progress impeded by a strangely comfortable weight holding her quite fast, not letting her move very far. Drowsily, she half-opens her eyes - not to find herself in her own room, with Ginny nestled comfortably in her own bed a few feet away, but to find herself in a room she doesn't immediately recognize, faced with sleeping features not far away from her own.
For a moment she stares, thinking not for the first time how impossibly beautiful those features are.
And then it hits her.
What am I doing here??
She tries to ease herself away, out of the bed without waking up its still sleeping occupant, but try as she might, she can't get herself free. One arm is securely fastened around her; she cannot move, let alone escape, without disturbing him. Whispering as quietly as possible, she tries to pry herself away as best she can with her free hand.]
Wake up...please, wake up.
[When that doesn't work, she sighs, supremely uncomfortable and losing the last of her patience. Raising her voice without censure, she switches to a very demanding tone.]
Wake up! Wake up right now!
For a moment she stares, thinking not for the first time how impossibly beautiful those features are.
And then it hits her.
What am I doing here??
She tries to ease herself away, out of the bed without waking up its still sleeping occupant, but try as she might, she can't get herself free. One arm is securely fastened around her; she cannot move, let alone escape, without disturbing him. Whispering as quietly as possible, she tries to pry herself away as best she can with her free hand.]
Wake up...please, wake up.
[When that doesn't work, she sighs, supremely uncomfortable and losing the last of her patience. Raising her voice without censure, she switches to a very demanding tone.]
Wake up! Wake up right now!