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Jan. 20th, 2007 06:50 pmIt's dark when she wakes.
There's an odd buzzing in Shelley's ears and her head hurts even more, feeling heavy as she sits up slowly. She's still wearing all her clothes for work, why...? She swings her legs off the bed and stands up shakily, swaying before catching hold of the table. Wasn't she meant to go to work? Did she go to sleep before leaving? The girl coughs, throat feeling like sandpaper. Her mouth tastes horrible. Time to brush teeth.
The corridor feels longer than usual, and her skin prickles as if the air moving past her is something physical.
The side of the bath feels cold as she sits there, chewing thoughtlessly on her toothbrush.
She wants to go back to sleep again, but she's already missed - she doesn't know how long. Elan didn't wake her up.
He's- here's really here, isn't he? And he can find...
She moves in a stumbling run down the corridor to her room, feverish panic flooding her suddenly.
There's an odd buzzing in Shelley's ears and her head hurts even more, feeling heavy as she sits up slowly. She's still wearing all her clothes for work, why...? She swings her legs off the bed and stands up shakily, swaying before catching hold of the table. Wasn't she meant to go to work? Did she go to sleep before leaving? The girl coughs, throat feeling like sandpaper. Her mouth tastes horrible. Time to brush teeth.
The corridor feels longer than usual, and her skin prickles as if the air moving past her is something physical.
The side of the bath feels cold as she sits there, chewing thoughtlessly on her toothbrush.
She wants to go back to sleep again, but she's already missed - she doesn't know how long. Elan didn't wake her up.
He's- here's really here, isn't he? And he can find...
She moves in a stumbling run down the corridor to her room, feverish panic flooding her suddenly.
