I like it when it's sunny and nice, but I also like a good thunderstorm and lately they've only rolled through in the middle of the night. I was just lucky that I awoke for a minute around 2:30 AM to hear it. Sneaky storms.
July 11--It was as if...--Nothing felt familiar, as if he had fallen asleep in one city and awakened far away in another one. Even the air smelled unfamiliar. Jellico felt around with his hands and feet trying to figure out if he was still dreaming. You know how it is, your dream is so vivid, so real, that you aren't sure when you first wake up if you are awake or still asleep. He was surprised when he couldn't reach the edge of the mattress. The sheets felt cool and smooth--and endless. Next he lay perfectly still to listen for any familiar sounds. He heard water running far away or maybe it was a breeze blowing through pines. He sniffed, no smell of the forest, no resin-y tang in the air, no smell of water so he knew he wasn't near the sea. He turned his head on the pillow thinking he had heard a breath nearby but he still didn't open his eyes, clinging to the thought that it was all still his dream. Then he heard the rasp of fabric and the slide of a shoe on tile. A voice he recognized and had hoped never to hear again said, "You might as well open your eyes, Jellico. I know you're awake."
See? Things are getting better, more story, less bitching. Plus I had to use "Jellico" again, it's such a cool name.
Anybody out there?
--Barbara
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