Room 507, Monday evening
Apr. 10th, 2006 08:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nadiathesaintNadia dropped her new swim suit (which had cost pretty much the rest of her money for the week) on the floor and flopped over onto her bed.
She had worked very hard on being normal and cheerful all day after hearing Barbossa mention her little "swimming incident" on the radio, and she was exhausted.
She wasn't going to let herself fall asleep yet, though. She had no idea if she would dream again when she did. She had no idea why didn't dream last night.
She was rather worried that she had, and it was so bad that her mind just refused to remember it.
Which, if her theory that she was dreaming things that needed to be fixed were true, was a very, very bad thing.
She contemplated calling Walter, but didn't want to worry him if this was just her getting better. So instead she grabbed her teddy bear, lay on her back, and stared up at the ceiling.
That was doing something, right?
[ooc: anyone who wants to drop by, go ahead. If not? that's cool, too.]
She had worked very hard on being normal and cheerful all day after hearing Barbossa mention her little "swimming incident" on the radio, and she was exhausted.
She wasn't going to let herself fall asleep yet, though. She had no idea if she would dream again when she did. She had no idea why didn't dream last night.
She was rather worried that she had, and it was so bad that her mind just refused to remember it.
Which, if her theory that she was dreaming things that needed to be fixed were true, was a very, very bad thing.
She contemplated calling Walter, but didn't want to worry him if this was just her getting better. So instead she grabbed her teddy bear, lay on her back, and stared up at the ceiling.
That was doing something, right?
[ooc: anyone who wants to drop by, go ahead. If not? that's cool, too.]
