what's a man like me supposed to do / with all this extra savoir faire?
John tossed and turned in his bed. Finally, his body succeeded in rousing his mind out of its slumber, and he jolted awake. One hand felt simultaneously for the racing pulse of his heart in his ribcage and the scratches that he half-felt he should've expected to find on his chest. The other hand smoothed back the brush of hair on his head, wiping off the sweat where the scalp had been shaved. His eyes darted all around, taking in evidence that he was in his room while his hands took stock of his body's wholeness.
Once he was finally calm enough, he hauled himself out of bed, sitting at his desk and turning on the light. He pulled out his journal and began to write, while things were still something close to fresh in his mind.
Weird dream tonight. At least, it seemed like it. I only remember flashes, glimpses. Yawning corridors. Hands grasping, clawing, only maybe real. My father, scarred and lamed... but he's been dead for decades, even before... well, before. Since the War. A sense that whatever the dream was about, I was being told where I was needed. Needed? Wanted? Wanted for good or ill? Somewhere. Something... Not much good to call a guy and not say wh--
A N T I N O R A
That's the name. Antinora. The hospital? What's going on there? I haven't been there since before the plague... but I know a couple people who have. Guess I have a call to pay, once it's a bit more light out.
Once he was finally calm enough, he hauled himself out of bed, sitting at his desk and turning on the light. He pulled out his journal and began to write, while things were still something close to fresh in his mind.
Weird dream tonight. At least, it seemed like it. I only remember flashes, glimpses. Yawning corridors. Hands grasping, clawing, only maybe real. My father, scarred and lamed... but he's been dead for decades, even before... well, before. Since the War. A sense that whatever the dream was about, I was being told where I was needed. Needed? Wanted? Wanted for good or ill? Somewhere. Something... Not much good to call a guy and not say wh--
A N T I N O R A
That's the name. Antinora. The hospital? What's going on there? I haven't been there since before the plague... but I know a couple people who have. Guess I have a call to pay, once it's a bit more light out.