Up on the roof (It's 2 a.m.)
I've had another nightmare, a new one. I know what set it off--it's that sculpture Glaurnaneth has. In my dream I was the sculpture and I was taken off my shelf when I was needed. Sometimes I'd have a bow and sword, other times other things. When my usefulness was done, I was back on the shelf again until the next time.
After writing it down, I do not feel like going back to sleep. Instead, I dress warmly and go quietly into the hallway, making my way up the stairs to the roof. It will be quiet and I can think about things. Like tomorrow, or later today, when I take Sophie to dinner again. I wish the awkwardness would go away.
Did I deliberately throw away my own happiness? Or is it fate, or... I'm not sure.
After writing it down, I do not feel like going back to sleep. Instead, I dress warmly and go quietly into the hallway, making my way up the stairs to the roof. It will be quiet and I can think about things. Like tomorrow, or later today, when I take Sophie to dinner again. I wish the awkwardness would go away.
Did I deliberately throw away my own happiness? Or is it fate, or... I'm not sure.