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Todd was snuggled next to Neil, deep asleep. There was a frown on his face though. His dreams were troubled again. He shifted in his sleep as brief images flashed in his mind. Passages of a poem drifted, sometimes his, sometimes someone else's, and the words then twisted into discordant nonsense. Dead eyes staring back blankly. Grey places absence of color and warmth. Cold metallic glints of light. The words got louder, and then stilled to silence. Then the sound of a gunshot echoed, and he was falling...
He jerked himself awake, and panted a few times. He shakily raised his hand to wipe his face. He slowly sat up, glancing over Neil since he likely woke his lover from that.
He jerked himself awake, and panted a few times. He shakily raised his hand to wipe his face. He slowly sat up, glancing over Neil since he likely woke his lover from that.