Post by charlotte on Oct 5, 2007 0:02:08 GMT 1
(OOC: Not directly continued from here; assumed to be some days/weeks later.)
Always falling.
It was a strange thing to consider, really. But to date, every dream that she could recall after waking – which was very few – had been about falling. This one was no different, and now in the back of her mind, she knew that it was only a dream, that she would awaken, and she would remember it.
It wasn’t windy, and the sensation itself felt akin to floating.
No resistance; never left hanging.
She saw a lecture hall in front of her, and moving at the speed (?) she was, the area appeared only to drift past her body.
Mr_Teacher – get together on Sunday says: Welcome to the club!
Char (♥ Leon) – Wolf at the Door-Radiohead says: … what?
One of the students seated at the hall turned to her then.
Fourth Wall Breaker says: lol n00b
Char (♥ Leon) – Wolf at the Door-Radiohead says: Am I missing something?
Mr_Teacher – get together on Sunday says: If you’d like to chat here, please use proper slang and emotes, kk?
Char (♥ Leon) – Wolf at the Door-Radiohead says: Sure … lol?
Once the uncomfortably vocalized abbreviation had left her lips, she heard herself pronounce the acronym as if it were a word: “lol” rather than “L-O-L”. This, in turn, was replaced by a chorus of “L-O-L”s from the students at the lecture hall. And then she was falling much faster; the hall leaving her sight as she descended, and eventually even the light from it was gone from her vision.
Charlotte Anders inhaled softly as her eyes opened simultaneously; a rather calm way to exit the dream and her slumber. As her senses found their way back to her she blinked a few times, remembering that yesterday had been Saturday and it now must be Sunday morning. Saturday night, Sunday morning.
She had been lying on her side, facing the edge of the bed, so she rolled over, shifting so the blanket would continue to cover her naked form. Propping herself up on a forearm and lightly kissing Leon Loire’s shoulder – her other arm curling under his and drawing herself closer to him. She said nothing, not wanting to wake him, so she merely laid her head on his shoulder, listening to his rhythmic breathing.
Thinking back then, Charlotte realized that she would likely have to endure some sort of lecture or berating from her mother in the near future. When not drunk or hung-over, the woman was surprisingly overbearing and overprotective – in stark contrast to her usual alcoholism – and Saturday had been one of those not-times. Fortunately, Mary Anders had been surprisingly accepting and lax about what her daughter informing her via-telephone that she wasn’t coming home for the evening. Charlotte had guessed that her mother would much prefer to lecture her in person about spending the night at her boyfriend’s – a boyfriend the woman had not yet met – place of residence.
She allowed herself to sigh, dragging herself back to reality as she closed her eyes – not in an effort to fall back to sleep, but simply to relax.
Always falling.
It was a strange thing to consider, really. But to date, every dream that she could recall after waking – which was very few – had been about falling. This one was no different, and now in the back of her mind, she knew that it was only a dream, that she would awaken, and she would remember it.
It wasn’t windy, and the sensation itself felt akin to floating.
No resistance; never left hanging.
She saw a lecture hall in front of her, and moving at the speed (?) she was, the area appeared only to drift past her body.
Mr_Teacher – get together on Sunday says: Welcome to the club!
Char (♥ Leon) – Wolf at the Door-Radiohead says: … what?
One of the students seated at the hall turned to her then.
Fourth Wall Breaker says: lol n00b
Char (♥ Leon) – Wolf at the Door-Radiohead says: Am I missing something?
Mr_Teacher – get together on Sunday says: If you’d like to chat here, please use proper slang and emotes, kk?
Char (♥ Leon) – Wolf at the Door-Radiohead says: Sure … lol?
Once the uncomfortably vocalized abbreviation had left her lips, she heard herself pronounce the acronym as if it were a word: “lol” rather than “L-O-L”. This, in turn, was replaced by a chorus of “L-O-L”s from the students at the lecture hall. And then she was falling much faster; the hall leaving her sight as she descended, and eventually even the light from it was gone from her vision.
* * *
Charlotte Anders inhaled softly as her eyes opened simultaneously; a rather calm way to exit the dream and her slumber. As her senses found their way back to her she blinked a few times, remembering that yesterday had been Saturday and it now must be Sunday morning. Saturday night, Sunday morning.
She had been lying on her side, facing the edge of the bed, so she rolled over, shifting so the blanket would continue to cover her naked form. Propping herself up on a forearm and lightly kissing Leon Loire’s shoulder – her other arm curling under his and drawing herself closer to him. She said nothing, not wanting to wake him, so she merely laid her head on his shoulder, listening to his rhythmic breathing.
Thinking back then, Charlotte realized that she would likely have to endure some sort of lecture or berating from her mother in the near future. When not drunk or hung-over, the woman was surprisingly overbearing and overprotective – in stark contrast to her usual alcoholism – and Saturday had been one of those not-times. Fortunately, Mary Anders had been surprisingly accepting and lax about what her daughter informing her via-telephone that she wasn’t coming home for the evening. Charlotte had guessed that her mother would much prefer to lecture her in person about spending the night at her boyfriend’s – a boyfriend the woman had not yet met – place of residence.
She allowed herself to sigh, dragging herself back to reality as she closed her eyes – not in an effort to fall back to sleep, but simply to relax.