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[shelley_winters]

Waking up from a disturbing dream with a jerk that brings you to a sitting position is actually rather rare. It's disorienting, and rather an effort to go from horizontal to perpendicular the instant you wake from a deep sleep, and thus, does not happen nearly as frequently as the visual media would have you believe.

That said... the instant Shelley wakes, she sits bolt upright in bed, trembling.

She'd been dreaming- just dreaming, thank god, but- She shoves the covers off her legs with a shudder, feeling the cold air rush over her slightly damp skin gratefully.

Wrong. That was- she didn't- Small hands smooth tangled hair back from her face, then rest over her eyes. Just a dream. A stupid... could have been caused by anything.

It felt...

Just a dream.

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[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Damn.

Just a dream.

Rousing with a start, Elan frowned in chagrin. One always woke before the good parts it seemed. Well, there was little that could be done about it. Rising from the bed, Elan walked over and opened the door from his study.
Shuffling down the hall, he made for the bathroom for his morning shower. He almost never started his day any other way.

Shutting the door, he undressed and prepared a towel from the cabinet. Nothing the few left, he made a mental note to make sure a few were done in the next laundry load. It struck him as odd that this occurred to him. Such a thought would never have crossed his mind previously.

[shelley_winters]

Shelley stays where she is for a minute, waiting for her heart to stop thudding, and stop the clawing feeling of panic that had hit close on the heels of her confusion when she woke.

Then the sound of her alarm was almost shock enough to catapult her off the bed. A few shaky tries and it is switched unhappily off, and the girl heads for the bathroom in a slight daze. Work, yes.

Shower, clean for wor-

There is a sound halfway between a shriek and a yelp, and the bathroom door slams closed again.

"...God there is a lock on the door for a reason!"

Not what she needed right then. Not at all.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

After a moment, the door opened slightly. Glancing around the edge, Elan saw the fairly startled redhead. It was rather strange for them to both wake at once unless... the possibility of a shared dream, given his inability to shield his own dreams had occurred to him, and that now seemed to be evident. How very interesting. No wonder she was so shaken... Apparently fortune favored his cause for once.

"My apologies. Our schedules do not usually synchronize in such a manner."

[shelley_winters]

Shelley folds her arms angrily and glares at him with as much spirit as she can call up this early in the morning. It's not much, when taken with her baggy pyjamas and tousled hair, but it will have to do for now.

"It is what normal pople do!" she shoots back. "Just- just as a matter of course!"

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Elan shrugged slightly, and made a rather flippant comment as if to diffuse her intensity.

"Well, I had not had a reason to do so before so it necessarily slipped my mind."

A pause, and a slight inquiry.

"Is something the matter?"

[shelley_winters]

"No!"

Wait.

"Yes. Lock the door. And- and I have to go, to put the tea on."

Tea. For drinking, and breakfast. Shelley spins on one heel, wobbly, and makes a beak for the stairs, cheeks pink, and shoulders tense.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Smiling, Elan chortled happily to himself. That was very interesting, indeed. Retreating back into the bathroom, he turned on the water, and as an afterthought locked the door.

Why upset her?

He waited for a moment for the water to warm. A cold shower would spoil the mood.