Dreams and things and thinky-thoughts [De's bedroom]
The dreams had been frequent. Almost every night now, memories, visions, swirling images of love, happiness, Carolyn. It was hard to wake up, to leave the world where she was there, where they could talk, where he could imagine; hard to wake up in this strange, foreign world where nothing was the same and nothing was as it should be. Some days, De just wanted to sleep and sleep, lost in thoughts and dreams of Carolyn forever.
But he was awake, and lying there wasn't getting him anywhere. He tried to sleep again, but found himself just staring at the ceiling, time ticking slowly by.
He tried to visualise Carolyn, will her to come to his waking mind, but although he could recall memories, events, celebrations, and he could picture her there, as if she were there, she wasn't. Not like in the dreams. She was there, in those. Almost perfectly real.
He forced himself up, got dressed.
And sat back down on the bed again. Getting up when there was nothing to do, nowhere to go seemed almost...pointless.
But he was awake, and lying there wasn't getting him anywhere. He tried to sleep again, but found himself just staring at the ceiling, time ticking slowly by.
He tried to visualise Carolyn, will her to come to his waking mind, but although he could recall memories, events, celebrations, and he could picture her there, as if she were there, she wasn't. Not like in the dreams. She was there, in those. Almost perfectly real.
He forced himself up, got dressed.
And sat back down on the bed again. Getting up when there was nothing to do, nowhere to go seemed almost...pointless.