"That's not so much what I want at this moment."
"Trust me," Doru said. "This is exactly what you need."
After another two glasses and a memory rainfall through which Doru stoically waded, he helped me to bed. I know I dreamed, but like leaves through the rain I only remembered the blackness of sleep. Glorious deep velvet temporary forgetfulness.
I woke to Doru's knocking on my door. The sun hadn't risen. A moment of disorientation as the dream faded across the synapses and then I became shocklingly awake. "Are you alive?" he asked through the door. "It's six o'clock."
Yeah, I use "rain" twice to close together. I'll get that in the rewrite.
2 comments:
I assumed the rainfall/rain bit was intentional. I kinda like it.
Chia... yeah, that's what I was going for... :)
I sometimes do that, this one was unconscious. And in a quick reread last night it stuck out as something I would flag to look at.
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