[excerpt] keep your victory, but give me little death
“Let yourself go. Pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not understand, and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them.”
- E.M. Forster
Mackenzie, she talks in her sleep. Alex does too, but she sleeptalks the way you would expect, in mumbles and the unclear, nonsense phrases of someone lost in their dreams. With Kenzie, you can here complete, precise sentiments, like she’s telling you a bedtime story. Only, it’s like no bedtime story you ever wanted to hear. Maybe it’s the unknown future, maybe it’s her own past, but either way she always seems terrified; the night creeps on and you lay there, terrified with her, hoping for both your sakes that now’s the moment she wakes up.
After the third time it happened, the third time she talked of Henry Solomon, I woke her up by crawling into bed with her. She startled like the devil had gotten into her, but by that time I had her already in my arms, pinioning her in place. “He’s not coming too, is he?” I asked because I had to, because Kiev was already on our trail and I wouldn’t be surprised, practically expected the appearance of another ghost; Kenzie was the center of everything.
- E.M. Forster
Mackenzie, she talks in her sleep. Alex does too, but she sleeptalks the way you would expect, in mumbles and the unclear, nonsense phrases of someone lost in their dreams. With Kenzie, you can here complete, precise sentiments, like she’s telling you a bedtime story. Only, it’s like no bedtime story you ever wanted to hear. Maybe it’s the unknown future, maybe it’s her own past, but either way she always seems terrified; the night creeps on and you lay there, terrified with her, hoping for both your sakes that now’s the moment she wakes up.
After the third time it happened, the third time she talked of Henry Solomon, I woke her up by crawling into bed with her. She startled like the devil had gotten into her, but by that time I had her already in my arms, pinioning her in place. “He’s not coming too, is he?” I asked because I had to, because Kiev was already on our trail and I wouldn’t be surprised, practically expected the appearance of another ghost; Kenzie was the center of everything.