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dinohouse2012-05-21 08:32 pm
curryjolokia) wrote in dinohouse2012-05-21 08:32 pm
[For Hakase]
Continued from this post .
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I'm not a terribly picky sleeper. Sleep is generally easy for me to grasp and easy to dig myself out of; I generally sleep well and restfully. I'm used to sharing my bed with an unpredictable sequence of strangers, familiar people, or no one at all, so whether I'm cuddled or left alone, sweltered or comfortable, doesn't matter that much.
I like it when I can use star-rise as an alarm clock; the wash of a sun's rays over my face and chest is the most comfortable way to wake I've ever found, and I'm fond enough of it that AkaRed makes a point of parking us, when we're planetside, so that my cabin window faces the dawn. I've noticed he does it, though I haven't said anything.
Still, it's a nice touch.
When I roll my shoulders across and down, pressing my spine into the mattress in a small stretch, I notice there's not much blanket left across my body. Actually, in fact, the only part of me still covered is one of my shins. The rest is left to the open air. But I'm not as chilled as that might usually make me, and the reason for that - and for the blankets' absence in the first place - is breathing quietly and slowly beside me, still drifting in the shallow end of sleep.
He didn't sleep well last night; unexpected noises or movements might always be an enemy, though they're usually not; but from long instinct I wake to assess the threat anyway. It was him each time last night, sighing, tossing back and forth, furrowing his brow with a dream full of worries. I can't imagine there was any way he could have slept well, really; he's in another world, or time?
He's displaced, and in the bed of the mortal enemy of his Captain, to whom he feels deep loyalty.
I'm more surprised he could sleep at all.
I climb out of bed as carefully as I can, stretching fully once I'm off the mattress so I don't rock it and startle him. I'm back on the clock now, as per Marvey's and my conversation last night. Out the window, the sky's bright and white-blue; it's probably going to be a sunny day on this planet, though whether we're staying here is another question entirely.
But, I like sunny days, and I smile, turning from the window to hunt for my trousers. I know they're (probably) in the room, but...where?
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I'm not a terribly picky sleeper. Sleep is generally easy for me to grasp and easy to dig myself out of; I generally sleep well and restfully. I'm used to sharing my bed with an unpredictable sequence of strangers, familiar people, or no one at all, so whether I'm cuddled or left alone, sweltered or comfortable, doesn't matter that much.
I like it when I can use star-rise as an alarm clock; the wash of a sun's rays over my face and chest is the most comfortable way to wake I've ever found, and I'm fond enough of it that AkaRed makes a point of parking us, when we're planetside, so that my cabin window faces the dawn. I've noticed he does it, though I haven't said anything.
Still, it's a nice touch.
When I roll my shoulders across and down, pressing my spine into the mattress in a small stretch, I notice there's not much blanket left across my body. Actually, in fact, the only part of me still covered is one of my shins. The rest is left to the open air. But I'm not as chilled as that might usually make me, and the reason for that - and for the blankets' absence in the first place - is breathing quietly and slowly beside me, still drifting in the shallow end of sleep.
He didn't sleep well last night; unexpected noises or movements might always be an enemy, though they're usually not; but from long instinct I wake to assess the threat anyway. It was him each time last night, sighing, tossing back and forth, furrowing his brow with a dream full of worries. I can't imagine there was any way he could have slept well, really; he's in another world, or time?
He's displaced, and in the bed of the mortal enemy of his Captain, to whom he feels deep loyalty.
I'm more surprised he could sleep at all.
I climb out of bed as carefully as I can, stretching fully once I'm off the mattress so I don't rock it and startle him. I'm back on the clock now, as per Marvey's and my conversation last night. Out the window, the sky's bright and white-blue; it's probably going to be a sunny day on this planet, though whether we're staying here is another question entirely.
But, I like sunny days, and I smile, turning from the window to hunt for my trousers. I know they're (probably) in the room, but...where?