Dream a Little Dream: [Open]
It was over.
The Nightmare King had been defeated. Two previously unknown crew members had been freed. Entire sections of the city were in ruins. The crew would have to spend the next few weeks just cleaning up the mess that was left in the wake of the battles that had raged in the lower sections of the ship. But before he enlisted in the clean-up crew to get the city cleared of rubble and safe to walk in once again, Remy was going to do the one thing he'd been dying to do ever since he'd been tossed out of the maze by GLaDOS: sleep.
No nightmares. No fits. No terrors. Just a long night of relaxing sleep.
Unfortunately, after the hectic events of the last day, despite being physically, emotionally, and mentally exhausted, Remy collapsed into his bed only to spend the next two hours tossing and turning. His side hurt, so he shifted onto his back only to end up staring at the ceiling for twenty minutes, his eyes refusing to stay closed. He tried his stomach, his other side, his back again then on to his stomach before finally cursing and giving up. He'd gotten so used to not sleeping that even when he could sleep, when he wanted to sleep, he couldn't.
Swinging his feet to the floor, he stood up, crossed over to the 'sink' and quietly pulled his long hair back into a ponytail before slipping on his brown duster and heading out of his room and into the corridor. A walk couldn't hurt. Maybe if he taxed his body, drove himself to complete and total exhaustion, he might be able to finally get some sleep.
Another hour passed, he'd walked a small portion of the ship, and he was still wide awake and the walls--the same meaty walls--of the ship had long ago grown tiresome. Just not tiresome enough. It wasn't until Gambit found himself in the media library, reclining in one of the chairs with his feet resting on the top of the a table, watching Bogart and Bacall, that sleep finally found him. His head was tilted back, the movie playing on repeat in the background, with his mouth open and a small dab of drool creeping from the corner of his mouth, and snoring--loudly.
The Nightmare King had been defeated. Two previously unknown crew members had been freed. Entire sections of the city were in ruins. The crew would have to spend the next few weeks just cleaning up the mess that was left in the wake of the battles that had raged in the lower sections of the ship. But before he enlisted in the clean-up crew to get the city cleared of rubble and safe to walk in once again, Remy was going to do the one thing he'd been dying to do ever since he'd been tossed out of the maze by GLaDOS: sleep.
No nightmares. No fits. No terrors. Just a long night of relaxing sleep.
Unfortunately, after the hectic events of the last day, despite being physically, emotionally, and mentally exhausted, Remy collapsed into his bed only to spend the next two hours tossing and turning. His side hurt, so he shifted onto his back only to end up staring at the ceiling for twenty minutes, his eyes refusing to stay closed. He tried his stomach, his other side, his back again then on to his stomach before finally cursing and giving up. He'd gotten so used to not sleeping that even when he could sleep, when he wanted to sleep, he couldn't.
Swinging his feet to the floor, he stood up, crossed over to the 'sink' and quietly pulled his long hair back into a ponytail before slipping on his brown duster and heading out of his room and into the corridor. A walk couldn't hurt. Maybe if he taxed his body, drove himself to complete and total exhaustion, he might be able to finally get some sleep.
Another hour passed, he'd walked a small portion of the ship, and he was still wide awake and the walls--the same meaty walls--of the ship had long ago grown tiresome. Just not tiresome enough. It wasn't until Gambit found himself in the media library, reclining in one of the chairs with his feet resting on the top of the a table, watching Bogart and Bacall, that sleep finally found him. His head was tilted back, the movie playing on repeat in the background, with his mouth open and a small dab of drool creeping from the corner of his mouth, and snoring--loudly.