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all_inclusive2013-09-03 04:43 pm
ogunquit_girl) wrote in all_inclusive2013-09-03 04:43 pm
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Two months. They'd only been here two months. How was it possible that so little time had passed? Two months was nothing, time wise. Half a semester. If she'd been at UNH, that would mean midterms were upon her.
It was exam time, all right. The ultimate pass-fail. She laughed a little and the sound was so hollow and scary, she immediately stopped.
Frannie had told Lucy that she was tired, and she was, so Lucy had left her to go home to Joe, to find her own way through the weeks (months?) of waiting ahead of them. She hadn't been lying when she said it - she was tired. Tired from the pregnancy, tired from the often boring, sometimes terrifying, trip across the country. Tired of trying to set up a government with nothing more under her belt than a politically active father and three years at UNH in pursuit of an English Lit degree. Tired of watching everyone she'd known her whole life swell up and die, strangling on their own snot.
The kind of tired that didn't go away with a nap, or even a good night's sleep. The kind of tired that was still there, waiting for you when you woke up and reading to jump right back onto your back.
With a sigh, Frannie walked through their bedroom door, thinking that she'd start with a nap, or an attempt at one. It was something, anyway.
She stopped when she found herself in a hotel lobby.
What the fuck?
The doorknob she'd been holding just seconds before had vanished under her grip and the hallway that should have been behind her was gone. There was nothing. Just this hotel lobby. A voice in the far corner of her mind said she was dreaming again. That any minute now, the Dark Man would appear at the other end of the room with his coat hanger. The spike of fear was real and, thankfully, fleeting. She'd had enough dreams in the past two months to know how her dreamscape felt. This didn't feel like that.
"Hello?" She out to the emptiness and tried to not be afraid of what might answer back.
It was exam time, all right. The ultimate pass-fail. She laughed a little and the sound was so hollow and scary, she immediately stopped.
Frannie had told Lucy that she was tired, and she was, so Lucy had left her to go home to Joe, to find her own way through the weeks (months?) of waiting ahead of them. She hadn't been lying when she said it - she was tired. Tired from the pregnancy, tired from the often boring, sometimes terrifying, trip across the country. Tired of trying to set up a government with nothing more under her belt than a politically active father and three years at UNH in pursuit of an English Lit degree. Tired of watching everyone she'd known her whole life swell up and die, strangling on their own snot.
The kind of tired that didn't go away with a nap, or even a good night's sleep. The kind of tired that was still there, waiting for you when you woke up and reading to jump right back onto your back.
With a sigh, Frannie walked through their bedroom door, thinking that she'd start with a nap, or an attempt at one. It was something, anyway.
She stopped when she found herself in a hotel lobby.
What the fuck?
The doorknob she'd been holding just seconds before had vanished under her grip and the hallway that should have been behind her was gone. There was nothing. Just this hotel lobby. A voice in the far corner of her mind said she was dreaming again. That any minute now, the Dark Man would appear at the other end of the room with his coat hanger. The spike of fear was real and, thankfully, fleeting. She'd had enough dreams in the past two months to know how her dreamscape felt. This didn't feel like that.
"Hello?" She out to the emptiness and tried to not be afraid of what might answer back.