Voice
Things aren't going quite the way I was hoping they'd hit. Spik--Cloud, he-- [He sighs, tired and bothered, and the sound of his boots hang in the air as he paces.] He'll come 'round when he's ready; wouldn't want it any other way. It wouldn't be real if it was, and that's the most important part 'bout this.
[His steps are slow, stop, and you can hear him lean against the wall.] Had a dream the other day, another one, and I've been trying to pick it apart. Can't remember much, but what I do is in that weird sort of haunting vivid feeling that you can't shake. It's night, all dark, and there's a woman moving fast towards the middle of the city. Couldn't see her face since she had a hood that hid it in some shadows, but I knew it was a woman all right. The background warps, kinda bubbles and fades out, and she's writing something on the board, but I can't see it. She looks back at the alley behind her, but before anything else can happen, everything's red, red and a glint of silver like light from a knife's edge. Then, poof, I'm awake, and no matter what I did, I couldn't go back to sleep.
I miss sleeping a whole night through.
[His steps are slow, stop, and you can hear him lean against the wall.] Had a dream the other day, another one, and I've been trying to pick it apart. Can't remember much, but what I do is in that weird sort of haunting vivid feeling that you can't shake. It's night, all dark, and there's a woman moving fast towards the middle of the city. Couldn't see her face since she had a hood that hid it in some shadows, but I knew it was a woman all right. The background warps, kinda bubbles and fades out, and she's writing something on the board, but I can't see it. She looks back at the alley behind her, but before anything else can happen, everything's red, red and a glint of silver like light from a knife's edge. Then, poof, I'm awake, and no matter what I did, I couldn't go back to sleep.
I miss sleeping a whole night through.