[ the lock is within reach. too far to do so casually. it isn't the first time he's considered dispensing with this (conversation and speaker) it won't be the last. at some point his eyes have fallen away, broken the discomfort of contact.
he doesn't look up again. ]
Why don't you tell me? [ the lock; the door. (the boathouse, the blood; they're a bit beyond lies) ] That wasn't my dream the spirits found.
[ obviously: he'd fled from it like a child. something of the memory scrapes, sends him a step closer to the bed. away from the desk, and its civilized violence. ]
no subject
he doesn't look up again. ]
Why don't you tell me? [ the lock; the door. (the boathouse, the blood; they're a bit beyond lies) ] That wasn't my dream the spirits found.
[ obviously: he'd fled from it like a child. something of the memory scrapes, sends him a step closer to the bed. away from the desk, and its civilized violence. ]