Suite 427
Arthur's taken to sleeping on the sofa these days, so as not to disturb anyone. Though honestly, there isn't a lot of sleeping involved. The flat is dark and quiet, though Kenna stubbornly lays by his feet.
It's the perfect time of year
Somewhere far away from here
I feel fine enough, I guess
Considering everything's a mess
After a long while, exhaustion finally overtakes him. The dream that follows is nebulous and vague, as dreams tend to be, but it brings with it the overwhelming feeling of helplessness and desperation, and it's so bloody familiar that he wants to scream.
On an evening such as this
It's hard to tell if I exist
He wakes with a gasp, startling the dog, who looks at him with what, in human terms, might be a worried expression.
Pinch Me,Pinch Me
Cos I'm still asleep
Please God,Tell Me
That I'm still asleep
There's something digging into his back. Reaching in between the sofa cushions, he pulls out a book - not an old-fashioned paperbound book, but an electronic one, like the Guide. Its title is printed on the front in small, neat letters - Practical Parenting in a Fractally Demented Universe
It's colder than it looks outside...
Resisting the urge to yell, he throws it across the room.
It's the perfect time of year
Somewhere far away from here
I feel fine enough, I guess
Considering everything's a mess
After a long while, exhaustion finally overtakes him. The dream that follows is nebulous and vague, as dreams tend to be, but it brings with it the overwhelming feeling of helplessness and desperation, and it's so bloody familiar that he wants to scream.
On an evening such as this
It's hard to tell if I exist
He wakes with a gasp, startling the dog, who looks at him with what, in human terms, might be a worried expression.
Pinch Me,Pinch Me
Cos I'm still asleep
Please God,Tell Me
That I'm still asleep
There's something digging into his back. Reaching in between the sofa cushions, he pulls out a book - not an old-fashioned paperbound book, but an electronic one, like the Guide. Its title is printed on the front in small, neat letters - Practical Parenting in a Fractally Demented Universe
It's colder than it looks outside...
Resisting the urge to yell, he throws it across the room.