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TITLE: Sleep
AUTHOR: Tesla
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SUMMARY: A/F drabble
NOTES: This doesn't have a title, it's just early days back
for Fred.
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Fred twitches at night, dreaming less than remembering the
green skin and the stones thrown and the sticks she had
to gather as soon as the sun came up. She prowled the
trash heap at the edge of the forest and took in the
thrown-out dented pots and the three-legged chairs and
other cast-offs of the Pyleans.
Five years taught her how to re-build things.
Practical physics, making fire with the sunlight through
a magnifying glass from a broken toy. Sieving water through
cloth, until she found the cave with the spring. Cold
water, on a pot over the fire, hot water.
She can't re-construct her old self, though, and she
is afraid that her mind, her memories, are strewn like
dust between two dimensions.
There's work to be done, but she doesn't know if she
can do it.
In the pre-dawn hours, she sees the shimmer of a portal and
screams and tries to get away from it, tries to hold on to
something, anything, but the walls are too smooth for her
fingers to catch.
Angel is in her room before she realizes where she is,
but that's okay, Angel was in both worlds too. He gets
in bed with her, and wraps the blanket around them both.
He has a bandage around one arm and he is too sleepy to
talk. He snores softly in her ear.
Fred goes back to sleep and does not dream.
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