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Room 214, Friday
Aug. 21st, 2020 11:03 amMae had been asleep for the better part of three days.
This, by itself, was not the most unusual. Mae was prone to extremes of all sorts, and thus had a bad habit of either staying awake for days on end or sleeping for just as long. Having dreams about the Incident and everyone in Possum Springs shunning her wasn't weird, either, nor would dreaming about her grandfather's passing be.
But that wasn't what she was dreaming about right now. Right now she was dreaming about tunnels under Fandom. Tunnels full of strangely European buildings set at odd angles, and clanking, wheezing, whistling machinery and woods. Woods full of shrieking, fanged angel statues. Flying, glowing sharks. Relentless, driving carnival music.
And enormous horses in silhouette with glowing blue eyes.
The mare in Mae's room was feasting. Without outside help, Mae would not be waking up any time soon.
[door closed, but knockable.]
This, by itself, was not the most unusual. Mae was prone to extremes of all sorts, and thus had a bad habit of either staying awake for days on end or sleeping for just as long. Having dreams about the Incident and everyone in Possum Springs shunning her wasn't weird, either, nor would dreaming about her grandfather's passing be.
But that wasn't what she was dreaming about right now. Right now she was dreaming about tunnels under Fandom. Tunnels full of strangely European buildings set at odd angles, and clanking, wheezing, whistling machinery and woods. Woods full of shrieking, fanged angel statues. Flying, glowing sharks. Relentless, driving carnival music.
And enormous horses in silhouette with glowing blue eyes.
The mare in Mae's room was feasting. Without outside help, Mae would not be waking up any time soon.
[door closed, but knockable.]
