[But he doesn't really, of course. He spends the next few hours tossing and turning a little, and despite his best wishes it's not at all dreamless. Flinching, eyes working behind his eyelids, he listens to phantom voices, sees dream-made people.
A mumble under his breath.
Dammit.
In a dream, it's hard to tell yourself the people you care about will really be okay.]
[Action, evening]
[But he doesn't really, of course. He spends the next few hours tossing and turning a little, and despite his best wishes it's not at all dreamless. Flinching, eyes working behind his eyelids, he listens to phantom voices, sees dream-made people.
A mumble under his breath.
Dammit.
In a dream, it's hard to tell yourself the people you care about will really be okay.]