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@bcrnflor              ᶻ                [lashes flutter with the exhaustion of an otherworldly being awoken from a coma. she’ll reach out within the cosmos of pitch dark in an attempt to find a cohesive figure, only to give up halfway through and surrender completely to the beckoning call of sleep.]           hm      ..?      five more minutes   —        ..who is it?

why?   isn’t that what we need,   hope.   [ a calm tone laced his voice,   it was soothing than his usual boldness, and tough imago that magically seemed to have disappeared.     still,  sitting up he watched the universe,   as he could feel the hours passing by though,  with every second for once he didn’t seem to care.     a bit astonished,  another laughter broke free,  stilling the silent garden around them.   shaking his head lightly, before he got up.   stretching his arms,   adjusting broad shoulders.   he then held out his hand for her to take,   awaiting for her to take it.  if she wanted to of course. ]       unpredictable, romy. that’s what you are.    that’s,  a compliment.    let’s get back inside,     i don’t want you to get cold.    

@thieflamp              ᶻ                don’t say that,      it’ll give me hope..    like i could pick the color of my scales any second..           [voiceless, rhythmic breathing wraps around like unseen tendrils, weighing down both body and heart. the rosy white of her hand raises up toward the sky, in fleeting hope of catching an array of the milky way into the scarcity of her palm. the brightness reflecting off of moonshine cements itself within her bones.]           why?       you wouldn’t want—           [unprecedentedly, there’s a roar. quieted out and suppressed by an unfathomable smile wrying out the ends of her pink lips. and certainly not powerful in its longevity. the chuckle that follows suit dispelled surrounding storm clouds. she’ll breathe in and out, exhausted from one screech’s work.]             ..       ow.

how so?   i actually rather listen to you talk.  [he admitted,   propped up onto his elbows, his brown eyes also stared up at the night sky.  for a fleeting moment,  he seemed deep in thought while he listened to her.]       you know,    i could make that wish come true.    [a half hearted joke,  he offered her a small smile of his own,  followed by a laugh.]    though,   i rather see you like this.      not a bird,   not a dragon.   just,  you.  

@untilproven-              ᶻ                hm..      ?       yes..   i just woke up,  is all.          [the drowsiness ricochets all throughout her nerves, seizing every untouched vein as its own.]            it’s so late..      why aren’t you asleep?

@akillingword            *           incredible big day for chuuves reincarnated 

@twoshoe              ᶻ                you’re so easy to nap on, pen..           [the weary etchings in her bones have long fled, leaving instead daydreams in the cathedral of their remains. head rises, eye rubbed in hope of scaring away the last ounce of drowsiness in her wake.]           has anyone ever told you that?           [is followed with a yawn, as if it had been hibernating inside of her this whole time. she’ll look at the charming, blinking sedated.]           i could have spent the rest of the week laying like that..     too bad. 

@oevuhl             *             <333333 illyyyy forever & our themes lowk look like sisters. matchie matchie 

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ON ROMY & SLEEP…           in writing for romy, i’m hoping to implicitly question the moral elevation of consciousness as a burden. romy collapses into fragmentary temporal continuity. with her days being punctuated by absences, this produces a sense of near-nonexistence, attempting to bypass incremental accumulation of lived experience. sleeps is neither nourishing nor redemptive, but instead a method of suspending participation in a world perceived as psychologically invasive, emotionally compulsory, and structurally indifferent. 
            
            A TEMPORARY ABDICATION OF AGENCY THAT PARADOXICALLY RESTORES A SENSE OF CONTROL.           the biological inevitability is an affective flattening mechanism as emotional life is not processed, it is anesthetized. therefore, sleep is protective but costly. it reduces psychic exposure while simultaneously preventing affective integration, so whilst romy is not depressed in the melancholic sense; she is almost emotionally economizing.
            
            AN UNILATERAL WITHDRAWAL FROM THE ETHICAL AND EMOTIONAL OBLIGATIONS OF WAKEFULNESS.            without negotiating these absences or acknowledging their impact on others. sleep allows romy to prioritize internal relief over external consequence, preserving her comfort over agency. because of her magically-induced narcoleptic episodes of shut-eye, her withdrawal cannot be wholeheartedly dismissed as neither complete decadence nor nihilism. nonetheless, this withdrawal becomes an assertion of absolute autonomy: romy will never be required to do anything by anyone. she is biologically inclined to treat consciousness as an optional burden and others as collateral, rendering an indifference to the relational costs of opting out.

ROMY SUSTAINS A MAGICALLY INFLECTED FORM OF NARCOLEPSY TYPE 2,           a neurological divergence shaped by her mother’s prolonged and mythologized enchanted sleep. this condition is hereditary, but all the more susceptible to exploitation. characterized by frequent sleep attacks, chronic hypersomnolence, non-restorative sleep, and persistent executive dysfunction. this manifests in sudden lapses of consciousness, episodes of automatic behavior with partial amnesia, and a pervasive sense of mental fatigue independent of sleep quantity. this does not manifest in exhibitions of classic cataplexy. instead, when placed under sustained emotional or interpersonal intensity, romy experiences a form of physiological shutdown that resembles dissociation more than collapse. her affect narrows, muscle tone decreases subtly, and consciousness recedes without dramatic external cues. these episodes function as involuntary stress responses rather than emotional reactions, often misinterpreted by others as indifference or defiance.

“SLEEP FELT PRODUCTIVE. SOMETHING WAS GETTING SORTED OUT. I KNEW IN MY HEART—THIS WAS, PERHAPS, THE ONLY THING MY HEART KNEW BACK THEN—THAT WHEN I'D SLEPT ENOUGH, I'D BE OKAY. I'D BE RENEWED, REBORN. I WOULD BE A WHOLE NEW PERSON, EVERY ONE OF MY CELLS REGENERATED ENOUGH TIMES THAT THE OLD CELLS WERE JUST DISTANT, FOGGY MEMORIES. MY PAST LIFE WOULD BE BUT A DREAM, AND I COULD START OVER WITHOUT REGRETS, BOLSTERED BY THE BLISS AND SERENITY THAT I WOULD HAVE ACCUMULATED IN MY YEAR OF REST AND RELAXATION.”              a character study of            ROMY ROSE,             daughter of sleeping beauty.