RP: This is getting old....
Date: 7 July 2005
Characters: Dennis Creevey, ?!
Location: Hammerside
Status: Semi-private
Summary: Of sound sleep, the need for therapy, vegetables, friends and birthdays.
Completion: Incomplete
Getting up was getting harder and harder, not the physcial act of moving, but of fighting his way through the fog of sleep. Ever since the past weekend when he'd had a mini-meltdown, he was getting solid sleep, but Dennis was aware that it came with a weird habit.
During the day, he was fine; busy, happy, his usual optimistic and cheerful self. But something strange happened each night. When his mind would finally go blank, and he was in the neverland twilight between slumber and wakefulness, his pillow would grow damp. Tears would fall uncontrollably, until the slip was soaked and he wa sobbing. He'd stumble around, change the pillowcase, blow his nose, and then collapse, sleeping soundly, heavily till the morning.
Last night had been no different other than the time. He was later getting to bed because of work and then preparing food for race on Saturday, Dennis still couldn't believe that Fleur had talked him into it; Vela charms were only suppose to work on straight guys. But he supposed his disbelief was a fair trade, after all, Dennis doubted that they fully believed that Gertie's carpet, his rug was a housewarming present.
But lying in his big bed, struggling to get his eyes open, and when they finally did, shaking off a unfathomable sense of disappointment, he just lay there for a bit. Growing up, that would have been considered cause for concern, Dennis had always been the one who bounded out of bed with a smile on his face and a hug for everyone. But there was no one to see, so there. Finally shuffling to the bath and waking fully under the needles of hot water, Dennis could focus on what he needed to do that day, making a mental list.
1. Find someone from the shelter and ask about getting a dog.
2. Look for Colin and his family. Dennis really hoped they would show up at the festivites. While he was concerned about Romilda and the baby, he was also worried about his big brother. Romilda had Colin and Cormac to lean on, but Dennis was fairly certain that Colin wouldn't confide any fears to Romilda, not wanting to put any stress on her, and Cormac....well Dennis could see some of what Cormac offered, the guy obviously loved Romilda, Liam and Colin, but Dennis wasn't sure he was the most reassuring or calming person to be around.
3. Search for that flyer again. Dennis was almost positive he'd seen an advert for a therapist, and he was sure he nneed one. Crying himself to sleep was getting old, granted so was he at 22 now, but still that wasn't normal. And maybe he could use some help.
4. Hang out with his friends The great thing about Fleur, Oliver and Dean, was that even though they were each in a relationship, Fleur and Oliver with each other no less, they didn't make Dennis feel like the 5th wheel.
Come to think of it, Dennis wasn't sure if Dean or Fleur had wanted to go to the Pitch together or just find each other there. Drying off and tossing on a bathrobe, he headed for the kitchen. His pantry and vegetable bin were enough to help him feel better too, and he knew that had to be abnormal too. But, hed colleced tomoatoes, cherry tomatoes, red and yellow peppers, onions, and pgymy eggplants from both the in-ground and containter gardens and divied the booty up between the three residents, leaving Dean's and Fleur's in baskets by their doors before he headed to the cinema Friday night. There was satisfaction in that.
Right now his stomach wouldn't be satisfied till it had something in it, so he made himself some Peanut Butter toast and a smoothie, figuring he'd eat and wait a bit. If Dean or Fleur came by great. If not he'd meet up with them later.
Characters: Dennis Creevey, ?!
Location: Hammerside
Status: Semi-private
Summary: Of sound sleep, the need for therapy, vegetables, friends and birthdays.
Completion: Incomplete
Getting up was getting harder and harder, not the physcial act of moving, but of fighting his way through the fog of sleep. Ever since the past weekend when he'd had a mini-meltdown, he was getting solid sleep, but Dennis was aware that it came with a weird habit.
During the day, he was fine; busy, happy, his usual optimistic and cheerful self. But something strange happened each night. When his mind would finally go blank, and he was in the neverland twilight between slumber and wakefulness, his pillow would grow damp. Tears would fall uncontrollably, until the slip was soaked and he wa sobbing. He'd stumble around, change the pillowcase, blow his nose, and then collapse, sleeping soundly, heavily till the morning.
Last night had been no different other than the time. He was later getting to bed because of work and then preparing food for race on Saturday, Dennis still couldn't believe that Fleur had talked him into it; Vela charms were only suppose to work on straight guys. But he supposed his disbelief was a fair trade, after all, Dennis doubted that they fully believed that Gertie's carpet, his rug was a housewarming present.
But lying in his big bed, struggling to get his eyes open, and when they finally did, shaking off a unfathomable sense of disappointment, he just lay there for a bit. Growing up, that would have been considered cause for concern, Dennis had always been the one who bounded out of bed with a smile on his face and a hug for everyone. But there was no one to see, so there. Finally shuffling to the bath and waking fully under the needles of hot water, Dennis could focus on what he needed to do that day, making a mental list.
1. Find someone from the shelter and ask about getting a dog.
2. Look for Colin and his family. Dennis really hoped they would show up at the festivites. While he was concerned about Romilda and the baby, he was also worried about his big brother. Romilda had Colin and Cormac to lean on, but Dennis was fairly certain that Colin wouldn't confide any fears to Romilda, not wanting to put any stress on her, and Cormac....well Dennis could see some of what Cormac offered, the guy obviously loved Romilda, Liam and Colin, but Dennis wasn't sure he was the most reassuring or calming person to be around.
3. Search for that flyer again. Dennis was almost positive he'd seen an advert for a therapist, and he was sure he nneed one. Crying himself to sleep was getting old, granted so was he at 22 now, but still that wasn't normal. And maybe he could use some help.
4. Hang out with his friends The great thing about Fleur, Oliver and Dean, was that even though they were each in a relationship, Fleur and Oliver with each other no less, they didn't make Dennis feel like the 5th wheel.
Come to think of it, Dennis wasn't sure if Dean or Fleur had wanted to go to the Pitch together or just find each other there. Drying off and tossing on a bathrobe, he headed for the kitchen. His pantry and vegetable bin were enough to help him feel better too, and he knew that had to be abnormal too. But, hed colleced tomoatoes, cherry tomatoes, red and yellow peppers, onions, and pgymy eggplants from both the in-ground and containter gardens and divied the booty up between the three residents, leaving Dean's and Fleur's in baskets by their doors before he headed to the cinema Friday night. There was satisfaction in that.
Right now his stomach wouldn't be satisfied till it had something in it, so he made himself some Peanut Butter toast and a smoothie, figuring he'd eat and wait a bit. If Dean or Fleur came by great. If not he'd meet up with them later.