SHOULD I FLOOD MY DA WITH MY LOW-LEVEL WRITING GUYS.
... I HOPE YOU SAY YES BECAUSE OTHERWISE I'M GOING TO FEEL LIKE I'M DA RAPING YOU WHEN I DO IT ANYWAY.
Prompt No39 - DreamsConor had never been a particularly light sleeper; even when his rib had broken back in the blood desert, he'd had very little trouble sleeping. Then again, the desert had been exhausting and Robert was as merciless as a drill instructor, but it stood to reason that coupling a fracture with the hard, desert floor might make it difficult to get good sleep. It wasn't, though, at least not for him.Prompt No39 - Dreams by ~carnemire
Tonight, though... He took a heavy pull from a cigarette, his back propped uncomfortably against the rickety headboard of their dirty, musky hotel bed and gazed, exhausted, through the open bathroom door. He could see one of Charlie's arms hanging over the lip of the cracked, plastic bathtub that Conor had demanded he sleep in when it came time to deciding who got the bed. The boy's fingers were twitching in his sleep, never quite grabbing for anything, but never still, and Conor couldn't help but wonder, with some trepidation, what the boy could possibly be dreaming about.
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