[Requiem/Concepcion] Until Sleeping voices wake us, and we drown.
You can always feel the sun getting close to the horizon. Like some niggling chore you forgot. Or the tepid sleep you get for two minutes after you hit the 'Snooze' button. Tepid. Warm and rising up higher and higher until the only release is the icy chill of sleep.
She was starting to feel hot.
Crowder had already left the den, leaving her on the couch to drink beers until she passed out. When that strange feeling started to rise up again, a choking hand. A persistent vision, some strange possesion, "Crow- Crowder?" She called out, getting to her feet trying to get away from that feeling. Outrun. Outpace.
[Blackout.]
Moments [Hours?] Later the sun is still rising and hot. Her her mouth is thick with the bubbly paste of spit or foam, or talking. The dense musculature of her biceps held in place by Crowder. He is half asleep-half concerned. "--Chita darlin, whats happening? Chita?"
"Thee needths us." The works are heavy and unweildy.
The sun is so high, she feels like it takes every ounce of her will to keep it balanced in the sky. He doesn't understand her words, its just too hard to hold it in your mind. To hot to do anythink but sink. Submerge.
[Blackout.]
She was starting to feel hot.
Crowder had already left the den, leaving her on the couch to drink beers until she passed out. When that strange feeling started to rise up again, a choking hand. A persistent vision, some strange possesion, "Crow- Crowder?" She called out, getting to her feet trying to get away from that feeling. Outrun. Outpace.
[Blackout.]
Moments [Hours?] Later the sun is still rising and hot. Her her mouth is thick with the bubbly paste of spit or foam, or talking. The dense musculature of her biceps held in place by Crowder. He is half asleep-half concerned. "--Chita darlin, whats happening? Chita?"
"Thee needths us." The works are heavy and unweildy.
The sun is so high, she feels like it takes every ounce of her will to keep it balanced in the sky. He doesn't understand her words, its just too hard to hold it in your mind. To hot to do anythink but sink. Submerge.
[Blackout.]