[ Maybe you'll even have up a real motherfuckin' nice dream.
Wishful thinking.
But no dreams are better than nightmares, and it's just a heavy, empty darkness that weighs down upon her until she wakes up, somewhere in the earliest hours of the morning. Jade spends several minutes in a bleary daze, takes a deep breath in a slow, almost gasping manner, as though it were her first breath of air in days.
There's only a few moments of pleasant ignorance before reality begins seeping in, and she remembers why she's here and everything that's happened that brought her to this point. This is her second time waking up after dying, but it feels strangely different, in a way she can't quite put her finger on. She feels awful, but it's a good kind of awful, somehow. That guilt that's been sitting on her chest since Tuesday has slipped, fallen away a little, enough for her to breathe comfortably and not dwell in perpetual self loathing.
She slowly sits herself up in bed, fumbling for her glasses in the darkness. ]
hours in the future, but not many
Wishful thinking.
But no dreams are better than nightmares, and it's just a heavy, empty darkness that weighs down upon her until she wakes up, somewhere in the earliest hours of the morning. Jade spends several minutes in a bleary daze, takes a deep breath in a slow, almost gasping manner, as though it were her first breath of air in days.
There's only a few moments of pleasant ignorance before reality begins seeping in, and she remembers why she's here and everything that's happened that brought her to this point. This is her second time waking up after dying, but it feels strangely different, in a way she can't quite put her finger on. She feels awful, but it's a good kind of awful, somehow. That guilt that's been sitting on her chest since Tuesday has slipped, fallen away a little, enough for her to breathe comfortably and not dwell in perpetual self loathing.
She slowly sits herself up in bed, fumbling for her glasses in the darkness. ]