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 Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2006 5:55 am
 This RP journal belongs to Coronaviridae, do not post in it unless you have her permission.
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 4:23 pm
&.___the dream
He knows he's dreaming because he can see.
The colors of the forest are vibrant on the back of his eyelids. Greens, yellows, blues and golds--some colors the human eye can't even interpret. All of it sways past his vision at a height he's certain is not his own, his viewpoint much too low to the ground, the movements much too fluid for the human head. Birds--or what sound like birds; he's sure there aren't simply birds in this fantastical forest--twitter somewhere in the trees, lending tempo to the hum and chatter of the river before him.
Peering down at his reflection, he laughs soundlessly as the flow of the river tears it to pieces before he can even glimpse himself. Fish, shining silver and blue, scatter every which direction from his laughing shadow.
He dives into the water after them, giving chase with serpentine twists of his body. They're faster than he is, but no fish is smart or agile enough to evade him. Four-finger hands feather as he opens a mouth filled with sharp teeth, prepared for one last lunge--
Leo started awake at the screech of his alarm, battering ineffectually for it with one hand. "Mmmf--gah!" Overestimating his distance to the edge of the bed, he fell out of it in a tangle of blankets and pillow, whacking his head smartly on the side of the nightstand.
"Ow!" He gave up on actually hitting the snooze button, instead yanking the plug out of the wall socket. It took him several minutes to fumble for his watch, fingers feeling for the Braille on the surface. He knew he hadn't set the alarm last night...
"...who the hell sets an alarm clock for three-thirty in the morning?!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 5:36 pm
&.___the find
It took Leo several more minutes of floundering around on the floor to find his way back into bed. Much to his disgust, however, he found he couldn't get back to sleep, owing to the slow throb in his head where he'd hit it. He buried his head against his pillow, tried reorganizing the blankets--but to no avail. The lump's smug pulses of pain proved far too distracting to just ignore outright.
He knew he had some painkillers in his bag. He also knew from his earlier inspections that the hotel room was a minefield for a blind man, and he had no interest in adding more bruises to his growing collection. On the other hand, it would be nice to get some sleep--he was on vacation, dammit. He deserved sleep.
Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, Leo inched carefully down to the end of it before getting to his feet. Leading with a hand, feeling out each step with his toes, he headed in the direction he knew he'd left his bags. Maybe sometime tomorrow--later today, he amended sleepily--he'd map out the room and see about getting someone up to rearrange the furniture into something a little less hazardous. In fact--
His toes collided with something cold and smooth as a puddle of liquid mercury. Blinking, he backed up, then crouched down, inching his fingers forward across the carpet until they touched the strange object again. It gave slightly and left his fingers wet with something that felt like ink. He frowned. "Huh."
All thoughts of finding painkillers were forgotten now, in favor of investigating this anomaly. Leo reached forward again, feeling out the dimensions of the object. It was roughly spheroid, and seemed sort of heavy--and held together well when he picked it up. How weird! Carefully, he retreated back to the bed, taking a seat on it and rolling the object around in his hands. This would definitely require more investigation--he yawned--in the morning, when he was more awake and could find someone sighted to describe it to him.
Despite his rude awakening, sleep suddenly fell heavy on Leo's eyelids. He gave another yawn, scooting back up at the length of the bed and pulling a blanket over him. Giving no thought to the fact he'd taken the strange ball with him, he curled up around it, falling back into dreams of that far-away forest and fishing in the river.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2006 3:31 am
&.___surprise!
He was dreaming again.
This time he knew he was himself, four years old, still sighted and rolling around on the carpet with the family dog. She was an old golden retriever, all tongue with no bark or bite to be found, and her favorite activity was slobbering on anyone who put a hand or face too close to her tongue. This time it was the youngest of the family who was unlucky enough to catch her attention, though beyond the squirming and the squealing and the fact her breath smelled strongly of dogfood and rotten leather, neither of them appeared to mind.
What he hadn't noticed at first blush, though, was that not only did she have a slobbery tongue but also that she had some very jagged teeth, teeth that he got much too close a look at as she leaned down and panted against his neck. "Uh," said he, and then, "nice doggy?"
She chittered at him, a sound he took for malevolent laughter.
"Nice doggy, good doggy, don't bite me," he said in a rush, trying to put his hands on her head and shove her away. Instead, he just ended up with her butting her head against his chin, making his teeth clack together on his tongue. That smarted! He gave another ineffectual shove as she kept chittering, beginning to be afraid instead of just nervous.
She chittered even louder, leaning in to--
It was the insistent prodding at his ribs that felt a little like someone poking him with a billyclub that woke Leo up. He came alert with a snort and a fuzzy, "wha?", arms tightening around something in his arms that he assumed was a pillow.
"Chrr," said the pillow, and gave him a lovebite on the arm.
For the second time that morning, A. Leo Cohen fell out of bed.
to be continued...
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