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Rong Er
It was all words, all images, then a torrent of mesmerising song before her, bombarding her failing senses as she rested against the soft pillow, fighting against the sandman and trying to focus her attention on Lyulfe.
I mustn't... ~ Her head nodded, then jerked back as her eyelids raised momentarily ~ ... what was it I mustn't? ~ She felt her limbs falling asleep, snoring gently against the snug blankets and beckoning her to give in ~ ... I've got to stay awake... ~ To her dreamy mortification, she found herself yawning aloud ~ ... why do I need to, anyway?... I... danger... ~ Half-mumbling, she found her mouth opening again. This time the pull was so strong, she knew she was losing the battle.
"... don't need...(yawn)... sleep..."
In her last moment of consciousness, she thought she saw a flare of brilliant colours. Then, all was darkness.
EDITED: To remove repetitive words "she thought". I wrote this piece at a time when I was really exhausted, so it largely describes my own experience [img]graemlins/biglaugh.gif[/img]
[ 02-01-2004, 05:55 PM: Message edited by: mistral4543 ]
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