Post by isabella jenkins on Jan 25, 2008 22:17:33 GMT -5
It was around 3 in the morning. The moon was high up, many of the hotel residents were fast asleep and for once, Isabella had joined them. Hers was a restless, alert sort of state, and it was likely that one minor disturbance would jolt her out of it completely. She was dreaming, although it was more like a bad nightmare than a dream. The tossing became more violent as the nightmare continued, and soon she was unconsciously flailing her limbs around wildly, mumbling frightened words in her sleep. This continued for quite a while without her waking; she simply continued her thrashing until, eventually, she hit a large vase with her arm. It made a loud cracking noise as the glass shattered around her, leaving her with a good sized gash filled with glass in her right arm.
She jolted awake, taking a sharp intake of breath as she watched the red liquid drip slowly down. She sat idle for a little while, staring into space, and then finally decided to get up and do something about it. Cradling her arm, she walked into the bathroom and decided first to do something about the few shards of glass that had stuck into her. "That's the last time I ever go to sleep on time," she mumbled quietly to herself.
She jolted awake, taking a sharp intake of breath as she watched the red liquid drip slowly down. She sat idle for a little while, staring into space, and then finally decided to get up and do something about it. Cradling her arm, she walked into the bathroom and decided first to do something about the few shards of glass that had stuck into her. "That's the last time I ever go to sleep on time," she mumbled quietly to herself.
