Note to Self // DreamNotFound

Monday, August 2nd, 2032

prolouge angst? well okay if you insist :))

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everything was cold. and quiet. and dark.

the light rocketed in like an astroid.

each sound bounced between my ears.

my eyes filled with a foggy filter.

every small sound makes a visible vibration.

I was still cold.

I look around.

I'm in my bed with George next to me.

the only light in the room is a small glass night light in the corner of the room.

I go to look over at it, blinding me immediately.

what the hell is going on..

my joints feel fresh.

I reach out to George in fear.

this isn't normal..

"George?"

my hand hits his shoulder.

there's no reaction.

"honeyyyyy"

still nothing.

I go to shake him a bit harder.

no response.

"George..?"

he's just tired.

I feel fine.

I'll just wake up in the morning and talk about it then.

my eyes shut and it's back to darkness.

I'm awake.

I'm back.

everything's still foggy.

my ears hurt.

what is that ungodly sound?

sirens.

the bright blue and red light pierces my eyes open.

there's paramedics all around me.

"hey quit it! there's nothing wrong with me!"

they continue their work with worry in their eyes.

I sit up.

they carry on.

"what the.."

I'm quickly cut off by the sound of George.

I look to the corner of the room to see him crying and shivering.

everything else is blurry.. but him.

his eyes are a bright pink and his hear is ruffled.

"George?"

I'd never seen him cry like this.

I step out the bed.

there's no weight on my feet.

it almost feels like I'm floating.

the feeling is off putting.

but I need to get to George.

I slowly stumble towards him, hoping he'll catch me as I struggle.

I stand directly Infront of him.

"hun?? I'm right here see. everything's okay."

no reaction.