ExhaustedLethargy sneaks upon me, like a monster in the dark. The monster that is the dark. It is a greedy thing, taking without regrets or even guidelines. It steals time, offers nothing in return, and hasn't even the sentience to glee over its bloodless victory.Is it the weather? There is none. Snow clumps on the ground, old and stale with ice crystals that shine despite the ugliness of unpopularity. No one likes it here. I don't blame them.There shouldn't be so much fatigue, so much dragging of skin from my bones with hard, unrelenting fingers. Pain wracks my muscles, but relief would come at the cost of more tiredness.O, unwelcome sleep, overtake me.
Vesi Vanhin Voitehista 12The next morning came with rain. Taivuttaa sat up and looked at it for a while, then cried out and yanked the blanket up over his head when the water formed a friendly waving hand. At some point, he promised himself, he would have to learn how to control things like that. They were unsettling enough when he did them on purpose. He wondered if the water was using him without his knowledge, then immediately cut off that line of thought before it could do him an injury. Better to take the whole thing slowly and overthink the stuff that didn't make his stomach flip."Are you up or having a nightmare?" Before he could answer, he heard Novi add, "Oh dear, more of this
"Taivuttaa slid his head guiltily out into the open air. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. He did not need to see the water hand to know it was still there. "I don't know how I'm doing that."The bed creaked as Novi sat on the edge o
Steak DinnerIt was always awkward.19:37Steam gushed over every surface in the bathroom, almost as directly as the jets of nearly scalding water hammering against Scout's neck and back. He leaned against the tiled wall, head down, flexing his fingers. But even the pounding of the hard water couldn't quite drown out the sounds of the others in the base, shouting at one another across the airwaves--arguing, admonishing, threatening. Every now and then, one or a group would pause in their chatter and complain. "Get out of the damn shower and shut off your comms, you snotty little mongrel!" and other variations drifted dimly through Scout's fog of thought.19:44Out of the shower, clad in a scratchy towel with more than one unmentionable stain, Scout leaned on the cracked sink and rubbed at the mirror with his forearm.Once the mirror was clear enough to offer him a semi-reliable view the size of his hand, he tilted his head about, stroking his chin as if t