white winter hymnal [rhythm]
12-31-2014, 12:55 AM
He wouldn't so easily be waved off, though the concern he showed would mostly be lost on her at first as her brain tried to unscramble itself. She would hear him agree with her simple statement, not 100 percent sure of her own words. He would ask her another question and her stupor would recede a bit more, enough to recall her eagerly awaited destination. "Home" The longing in her voice would be quite clear even through her pained voice. He would go on, asking if there was anything that he could possibly get for her, jogging her memory a bit more. "I probably have a concussion." She would whisper, "It would be best if I didn't sleep anytime soon." Though she wanted to so bad. "Would you keep me awake?" What a job to ask of this poor stranger. Why did she have to go and trip, she just wanted to be home. |
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