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[ a familiar strangled gasp as she wakes for another dream (such a long dream it was), bolting up right eyes wide with confusion and fear, she regrets the motion instantly and lurches forward, head spinning in protest to such sudden movements. she takes a moment to adjust, everything feels a little stiff, but that is to be expected, after all you can't sleep for the better part of two weeks and come out feeling fine. And yet despite this, she can only focus on a certain thing-- ]
I can't remember. [ no this isn't right, there isn't supposed to be black in place of moving images, there isn't supposed to be silence in place of noise. she was dreaming, of what is, of what will be, she knows she was but why can't she remember? frustrations rise and fall quickly, stunted by a body desperate for food and drink. ]
How long have I been asleep? [ it doesn't occur to her to ask others rather than thin air, no it's too early, most would be asleep. ]
I can't remember. [ no this isn't right, there isn't supposed to be black in place of moving images, there isn't supposed to be silence in place of noise. she was dreaming, of what is, of what will be, she knows she was but why can't she remember? frustrations rise and fall quickly, stunted by a body desperate for food and drink. ]
How long have I been asleep? [ it doesn't occur to her to ask others rather than thin air, no it's too early, most would be asleep. ]