Anywhere you go, anyone you meet-- remember that your eyes can be your enemies
Murphy is pretty sure she's still dreaming. The colors are bright, postcard hues. The view from the window next to the bed is painted in shades of blue and green and dusky tan. Buildings, bright silver in the sun, march along the beach into the distance. Murphy blinks and huddles deeper into the sheets, feels the breeze drift in and curl against her face. It's heavy with humidity, the unsmell of the tropics.
"Des," she mumbles, sitting up a little and rubbing her face. "I should..." She blinks again, her head clearing a little. Her voice certainly sounds with more clarity. "I guess the ship's sailed on saying goodbye."
She rolls over, taking in the room. It's clean, simple, the decor all pinks, taupes and neutral colors. Murphy shifts upright. "...Gabe?"
"Des," she mumbles, sitting up a little and rubbing her face. "I should..." She blinks again, her head clearing a little. Her voice certainly sounds with more clarity. "I guess the ship's sailed on saying goodbye."
She rolls over, taking in the room. It's clean, simple, the decor all pinks, taupes and neutral colors. Murphy shifts upright. "...Gabe?"