Mad_Hatter
We're all of us mad here
"Absolutely not. You need to rest." She gave him a cup of tea and more fluffy pillows and blankets.
@Alexander Hamilton
"Eliza!" Alexander whined petulantly. "Please?"
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"Absolutely not. You need to rest." She gave him a cup of tea and more fluffy pillows and blankets.
@Alexander Hamilton
"Eliza!" Alexander whined petulantly. "Please?"
Alexander let out a low keen and sipped the tea. "But Eliza, I have to save the band department."
"You'll be able to. You just need to rest."
"But I don't have time to rest!" Alexander protested.
"You have a whole year before you have to go to Principal King. Go to sleep." Eliza said firmly.
Alexander felt his eyes growing heavy. "I don't need sleep. Sleep is for the we--" he fell asleep before he could even finish his sentence.
Eliza kissed his forehead and petted his head while he slept. She was very motherly and cared a lot about him. She sat with him while he slept.
Alexander was again tortured by his nightmares. The feeling of loss when his father never came back. The stabbing pain in his chest when he realized his mother had died holding him in her arms. Short noises and soft words escaped Alexander as he slept.
Eliza snuggled close to Alexander and petted his head gently, trying to soothe him.
Alexander woke screaming after a few hours, terrified of some unseen enemy. In his dreams he'd just come upon his dead cousin's body. He got out of bed instantly and started pacing. "Music isn't confined to just the auditory nervous system. No, it has profound affects on emotion, perception, and mood. The right song can lift you up at any moment and tear you to pieces the next. Music saves lives from ending and saves lost souls from endless wandering. Music is a universal truth in the multicultural world we live in. Every country, no, every city has its unique style of music, one that describes the culture and population like no other means can." Alexander started rambling, his mind finally being in a place to work.
"No time, no time, no time!" Alexander muttered. "Have to think, have to get my ideas on a page, where is my backpack I need my journal?" Alexander peeled her arms off of him and looked around for his backpack.
"Damn it, Eliza, I need my journal!" Alexander shouted suddenly.
Alexander paused. "Oh, God, Eliza I'm so sorry." Alexander hugged her tightly. "I didn't mean to yell at you. I'm sorry."