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Sheemie comes downstairs and, without quite thinking about it, takes a seat as far from the front door as he can.
With the kitten curled up in his lap, he closes his eyes, but he doesn't sleep.
Sheemie was a mouthpiece for the Beam, once upon a time, in dreaming and in waking both, to report its damage, its salvation and the healing to come - though he doesn't recall the dream.
He hears the call of the clearing now, a voice in his mind, clear and true as it mingles with the remembered song of the rose. And it's grown louder, this last day.
come rest come home come soon come now
It's almost time.
He tries not to look at the door, so much as a glance.
With the kitten curled up in his lap, he closes his eyes, but he doesn't sleep.
Sheemie was a mouthpiece for the Beam, once upon a time, in dreaming and in waking both, to report its damage, its salvation and the healing to come - though he doesn't recall the dream.
He hears the call of the clearing now, a voice in his mind, clear and true as it mingles with the remembered song of the rose. And it's grown louder, this last day.
come rest come home come soon come now
It's almost time.
He tries not to look at the door, so much as a glance.