newmetropolis
Fingers wrapped around a steaming mug of tea, I shivered despite the steam radiating from the liquid and the blanket I was wrapped in. It was quiet in my tiny apartment, since Tara found herself a little place and this place was too small for a roommate, anyway. But I'd never lived alone before. It was a little weird. Lonely-ish.
Although I was here for school, and it was better to concentrate when I was alone. But even though I tried my hardest, I could not focus on the art history textbook in front of me. At first, I kept thinking about the various weird things that had happened to me over the past few days until I realized that I'd read the same line about fourteen times and I still had no idea what it said. And then I just crashed. I groaned, shut the book, finished my tea and crawled into bed. I swear, my eyes were closed as soon as my head hit the pillow.
I opened them again, squinting, because it was bright for some reason. Was it morning already? It couldn't be, it felt like I'd slept for like, five minutes. I groaned and sat up, blinking.
No. It wasn't morning. It wasn't my bed, and it wasn't New Metropolis.
I was wearing the clothes I had on earlier, the old, faded jeans, and plain white t-shirt, and my hair was loose. Definitely not the pajamas I'd gone to bed in. And I was in the middle of what looked like a city - a medieval city. There were stone walls and vines everywhere, and that's about the only thing there was. It was completely silent and empty. Yeah, little bit creepy.
So unless someone got me out of my bed, changed me (creepy much!) and sat me down in the middle of an abandoned city (yeah, 'cause there's so many of those around), this was a dream. Just a dream.
I start to walk.
Although I was here for school, and it was better to concentrate when I was alone. But even though I tried my hardest, I could not focus on the art history textbook in front of me. At first, I kept thinking about the various weird things that had happened to me over the past few days until I realized that I'd read the same line about fourteen times and I still had no idea what it said. And then I just crashed. I groaned, shut the book, finished my tea and crawled into bed. I swear, my eyes were closed as soon as my head hit the pillow.
I opened them again, squinting, because it was bright for some reason. Was it morning already? It couldn't be, it felt like I'd slept for like, five minutes. I groaned and sat up, blinking.
No. It wasn't morning. It wasn't my bed, and it wasn't New Metropolis.
I was wearing the clothes I had on earlier, the old, faded jeans, and plain white t-shirt, and my hair was loose. Definitely not the pajamas I'd gone to bed in. And I was in the middle of what looked like a city - a medieval city. There were stone walls and vines everywhere, and that's about the only thing there was. It was completely silent and empty. Yeah, little bit creepy.
So unless someone got me out of my bed, changed me (creepy much!) and sat me down in the middle of an abandoned city (yeah, 'cause there's so many of those around), this was a dream. Just a dream.
I start to walk.