it's quiet now

The rain, the persistant trill of a frog somewhere outside my window, and my own restless dreaming kept waking me at intervals throughout the night. I dreamed of many things, of visiting New York again, of driving and running through the streets, of losing and finding my friends in clubs, of Reive's strange new apartment, so full of levels and stairs and odd nooks. I woke up at five this morning, disoriented and with a racing heart. I piled the pillows around me and practiced breathing very slowly until I drifted off again. In the last dream, I was traveling with Gene, but we had to conceal ourselves many times because someone or something was following us. At one point, shortly before we reached whatever safe destination we needed, we were dressed as magicians, waiting for a train. We kissed and I hoped no one would see us and blow our cover.

almost a day

Saw Lord of the Rings for the fourth or fifth time tonight, because it's still playing at this discount theater. One gets what one pays for however, and the couple next to me were more annoying than anything. She spent half the movie hiding her head and he translated and explained the entire damn movie to her in what was either Spanish or Portugese. I seriously thought about dumping our soda over their heads.

But the movie, oh the movie. It shakes me in the quiet places in my head, and brings to life the images I held as a child. The woods, the Nazgul, the skies, everything is as I dreamed it to be. I think the Wraiths are still one of the most terrifying things ever.

"All we must do is decide what to do with the time given to us." I wanted to take his hand then, for a moment live the way I've always wanted to.

The rain has let us briefly, and I wonder how long it will continue. I miss you already, in the hollow spaces that demand the presence of your voice and your eyes and your hands.