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Room 6620, The Morning Of...
May. 14th, 2013 03:01 pmThe evening had passed quietly, with no more talk of promises or commitment, or anything of consequence, really.
She'd tried to fall asleep, but only succeeded in dozing lightly off and on. Every time he shifted or exhaled too sharply, she'd found herself wide awake. Hypervigilance, she thought. Her mind was fixated on the thought that she might miss saying goodbye. He wouldn't dare sneak out on her. He was a bastard sometimes, but he wasn't exactly heartless.
Well, most of the time.
When the first light of dawn hit the windows, she was already awake, listening to the sound of his breathing. She debated getting up and laying out his suit for him, but that would mean leaving the warmth of the bed.
'Love? It's time.'
She knows he's anxious to get back. A part of her understands, remembering how hard it was those first few days and weeks in Fenchurch, waiting to wake up from the nightmare. At least he has the option to go home.
She'd tried to fall asleep, but only succeeded in dozing lightly off and on. Every time he shifted or exhaled too sharply, she'd found herself wide awake. Hypervigilance, she thought. Her mind was fixated on the thought that she might miss saying goodbye. He wouldn't dare sneak out on her. He was a bastard sometimes, but he wasn't exactly heartless.
Well, most of the time.
When the first light of dawn hit the windows, she was already awake, listening to the sound of his breathing. She debated getting up and laying out his suit for him, but that would mean leaving the warmth of the bed.
'Love? It's time.'
She knows he's anxious to get back. A part of her understands, remembering how hard it was those first few days and weeks in Fenchurch, waiting to wake up from the nightmare. At least he has the option to go home.
