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morrobay1990Title: Insomnia
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morrobay1990
Genre: post canon
Word count: 350
Disclaimer: Jack & Ennis are AP's.
♥ Jack
He can’t sleep.
The rattling metal fan in the corner does its best, but it’s no match for the heat that has been trapped in the room all day… moist, cloying heat that causes sweat to inch maddeningly down his back like water torture until he turns over so the sheet beneath him will absorb the dampness on his skin that is driving him crazy.
He hears the night critters through the open window…crickets, cicadas, once in a while the owl that he once saw when he had gone out for a smoke…full moon, couldn’t sleep, a now-familiar pattern…the owl had been startled at sounds not usually present, and had lifted off from a branch high up…he’d heard the sounds its wings made, saw it sail in the bright-for-night light, and settle on a branch further away from the perceived danger.
He shouts down the voice in his head that tells him to turn on the light and look at his watch… only makes it worse, he tells it.
So the voice in his head starts to tell him a story, tries to lull him to sleep…relax, it says…think back…what was your favorite time? Remember the first time you saw him?
He exhales, turns his head to the side on the hot pillow, is surprised to realize he was holding his muscles so tense… they soften.
He does remember the first time, so well. He feels the sun, the cool air…hears the truck and turns toward the sound…turns, blissfully unaware, toward his protagonist…the one who will be central in his life…the champion…the one…
Remember the last time? No…no…not the last time…the other times, the best times, the times that you’d go back to if you could…
Suddenly memories spin out of control, he can’t keep up…eyes behind closed eyelids moving, shifting, following forms and shapes…seeing things for the first time…senses firing…reliving…
Bodies moving to unheard music, staccato, disconnected…brutal…loving…coming together then moving apart…his own thoughts attacking him…his own thoughts keeping them apart…until they are finally overwhelmed, buried…and while the thoughts are buried, he feels…he gives…he receives…he loves…
He sleeps.
Author:
morrobay1990Genre: post canon
Word count: 350
Disclaimer: Jack & Ennis are AP's.
♥ Jack
He can’t sleep.
The rattling metal fan in the corner does its best, but it’s no match for the heat that has been trapped in the room all day… moist, cloying heat that causes sweat to inch maddeningly down his back like water torture until he turns over so the sheet beneath him will absorb the dampness on his skin that is driving him crazy.
He hears the night critters through the open window…crickets, cicadas, once in a while the owl that he once saw when he had gone out for a smoke…full moon, couldn’t sleep, a now-familiar pattern…the owl had been startled at sounds not usually present, and had lifted off from a branch high up…he’d heard the sounds its wings made, saw it sail in the bright-for-night light, and settle on a branch further away from the perceived danger.
He shouts down the voice in his head that tells him to turn on the light and look at his watch… only makes it worse, he tells it.
So the voice in his head starts to tell him a story, tries to lull him to sleep…relax, it says…think back…what was your favorite time? Remember the first time you saw him?
He exhales, turns his head to the side on the hot pillow, is surprised to realize he was holding his muscles so tense… they soften.
He does remember the first time, so well. He feels the sun, the cool air…hears the truck and turns toward the sound…turns, blissfully unaware, toward his protagonist…the one who will be central in his life…the champion…the one…
Remember the last time? No…no…not the last time…the other times, the best times, the times that you’d go back to if you could…
Suddenly memories spin out of control, he can’t keep up…eyes behind closed eyelids moving, shifting, following forms and shapes…seeing things for the first time…senses firing…reliving…
Bodies moving to unheard music, staccato, disconnected…brutal…loving…coming together then moving apart…his own thoughts attacking him…his own thoughts keeping them apart…until they are finally overwhelmed, buried…and while the thoughts are buried, he feels…he gives…he receives…he loves…
He sleeps.
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Date: 2012-05-27 03:54 pm (UTC)