CocoaMarshmallow
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Eric
Voices.
Through the darkness, I hear voices, robbing me of my rest. They sound close. Much closer than the other voices I've been hearing, even though they all sound the same, with all their 'fuck you Tucker's and 'CABOOSE!'s. My ear twitches and my whole body aches, itching to stay on the ground, on the... whatever-it-is surface I call my bed, cold and hard and I'm pretty sure I felt something wet on it before I went to sleep.
Actually this kinda sucks.
I open my eyes and flip backwards, my body becoming weightless for a second, then my feet, they find solid ground again a moment later, my balance seemingly finding itself without flaw and reorienting my form. I raise my arms triumphantly, my eyes scanning the phantom captive audience, applauding me and giving me perfect tens and throwing me roses I self-diagnosed myself as being allergic to. I then promptly realize that there is actual people standing around me.
"Visitors?!" I exclaim, my forehead beaded with sweat. "No one told me there'd be visitors today! Ah, oh, um, shoot, please excuse the mess. Most of it is Caboose's." Paws fumble for my scarf and adjust it. Gotta look presentable!
Voices.
Through the darkness, I hear voices, robbing me of my rest. They sound close. Much closer than the other voices I've been hearing, even though they all sound the same, with all their 'fuck you Tucker's and 'CABOOSE!'s. My ear twitches and my whole body aches, itching to stay on the ground, on the... whatever-it-is surface I call my bed, cold and hard and I'm pretty sure I felt something wet on it before I went to sleep.
Actually this kinda sucks.
I open my eyes and flip backwards, my body becoming weightless for a second, then my feet, they find solid ground again a moment later, my balance seemingly finding itself without flaw and reorienting my form. I raise my arms triumphantly, my eyes scanning the phantom captive audience, applauding me and giving me perfect tens and throwing me roses I self-diagnosed myself as being allergic to. I then promptly realize that there is actual people standing around me.
"Visitors?!" I exclaim, my forehead beaded with sweat. "No one told me there'd be visitors today! Ah, oh, um, shoot, please excuse the mess. Most of it is Caboose's." Paws fumble for my scarf and adjust it. Gotta look presentable!