It was a reflection of her own exhaustion that the Jack of Jack moving to and from the room did not initially pull Reinette from her sleep. Wherever she was, it seemed to be a place she would not be moving from. There was not even awareness as Jack settled nearby, and her face tilted instinctively towards his hand and the warmth now. It was already well into the afternoon, and the breeze cutting through the window had grown cooler.
Still she did not wake.
Until, suddenly, she did.
It was abrupt. One did not grow up knowing the monsters under one's bed were real without developing a healthy suspicion of the unknown. It was merely natural. And the way the light filtered this particular space, the sent of Jack's sofa and even the fabric of the robe she wore where all unknown. Reinette pulled suddenly into wakefulness, eyes bright and alert.
It was only when they found Jack's that she began to will herself to relax.
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Date: 2010-04-11 03:20 am (UTC)Still she did not wake.
Until, suddenly, she did.
It was abrupt. One did not grow up knowing the monsters under one's bed were real without developing a healthy suspicion of the unknown. It was merely natural. And the way the light filtered this particular space, the sent of Jack's sofa and even the fabric of the robe she wore where all unknown. Reinette pulled suddenly into wakefulness, eyes bright and alert.
It was only when they found Jack's that she began to will herself to relax.