it's quiet now

[threeplusfire]

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.