OOM: Room #25
Dec. 19th, 2009 07:44 pmThe room is ghostly still. Every shadow, every trick of the eye, is amplified in the low lamplight; every worry, every harrowing dread, looming like a pall spread over her head.
Doc's sleeping. It gives her small relief. Knowing he needs the rest, but done with seeing his eyes shut, his too pale skin, she watches to make sure he doesn't slip away from her again. She watches the rise and fall of his chest, the shift of his eyelids as he dreams.
She doesn't sleep. If she sleeps, he could disappear.
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Doc's sleeping. It gives her small relief. Knowing he needs the rest, but done with seeing his eyes shut, his too pale skin, she watches to make sure he doesn't slip away from her again. She watches the rise and fall of his chest, the shift of his eyelids as he dreams.
She doesn't sleep. If she sleeps, he could disappear.
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