Life on Tour (3) [Discontinued]

Chapter 18: Night of Memories

THE NIGHT BEFORE (or perhaps, more appropriately, earlier that morning)....

You were laying in your bunk, music up loud, and yes, though you had fallen asleep earlier, it had ended not long after it started. What had awoken you was just a normal thing that happens when you're on a tour bus, the bus hit a bump. Granted, this one was a very large bump, but it was still a normal thing. So you had rolled over, trying to fall back asleep again, but the song changed to an ancient one, and it brought so many memories flooding back to you.

You ended up turning all of those memories over and over and over, completely trapped within them. Every now and then you'd slide back into unconciousness, but it never reached an hour. And everytime you woke back up there was always an old song on, bringing in more and more memories. By the time it was seven you felt like you were drowning in these memories, and you finally decided to take your headphones out and turned off the music. Finally, your thoughts had settled down, letting you fall asleep.

However, even though you were finally sleeping for more than 15-45 minutes at a time, that didn't stop your sleep from being fitful. Now your dreams were filled with those memories. Things you wished you had done differently, regrets of things you hadn't done, words you hadn't said that should've been said, even if it was late when they were said, words you shouldn't have said. They all floated in your unconcious mind, and you couldn't get out of the flood of memories that were making this dream a nightmare. That is, until the knocking sounded.

PRESENT TIME

Now that you and Travis were laying together in your bunk, and Travis was holding you in his arms, your sleep was easy. You weren't trapped in a nightmare of your memories and regrets. You were finally sleeping easily. As you dozed off your nose was filled with his scent and you were much much warmer than you had been (the vents in your bunk had lost the little flow controlling things so you couldn't make it so they weren't blowing on your back, and you didn't have any extra blankets) and everything felt right. You slept for another hour or two before, yet again, there was a knock outside of your bunk.