lareinemechante
He shook violently. 'This must be the fever,' he realized through the fog in his brain. 'But why are they putting bandages on me? I'm fi...'
She stared at the paper before her. The lines and little squiggly marks mocked her. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and tried to steady herself under the pressure of her migraine. Who decided it was a good idea to come to work hung over?
I watched as it changed. The whirling, dark form could not pick a solid shape to manifest in. It was almost like a thought - but one that no one would be comfortable to have. A nightmare in visible sight, plain as day. The transformation from dream to reality was chilling.
He was walking up ahead, eyes sparkling in that way I couldn't refuse. Anyone sane would find it threatening, but the way his hand was reaching backward, almost holding mine as I followed him into the abyss... It was leading me. I simply couldn't refuse.
All I could think about was how desperate I was to go back in time and see it again. The smoky lights, the dim, faded colors of the curtains over the worn-out, wooden stage... The memory is so fleeting now that I can barely retrieve it. How sad, that things we once loved will end up such a grasp for us.
Hollow words rattled inside her like foam peanuts in an empty cardboard box. They didn't mean anything to her anymore - how could she believe what they told her, when she couldn't even believe herself?