"Yeah," she agrees softly, trying so hard not to let her smile dim. Her family is gone, but there's no reason to mention that right now. And anyway, it's nice to share some fond memories with someone who appreciates them.
She tilts her head, imagining the position it'd be in if she tried it out. But then she remembers the witch hazel on the desk, and, well, one thing at a time. "Maybe a little later." She sets down her notebook, then takes a tissue to the bottle of witch hazel and soaks a little of the astringent into it. "I think I know what you mean. Sometimes I've felt like I've been dreaming for hours when I know it couldn't possibly have been that long."
Carefully, she places the tissue against her bruise. It's only still a little tender, and she doesn't bother with the mirror, knowing where the worst of it still is. "Do you use a cue to wake yourself back up? Or do you just leave the dream?"
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Date: 2017-04-01 06:34 pm (UTC)She tilts her head, imagining the position it'd be in if she tried it out. But then she remembers the witch hazel on the desk, and, well, one thing at a time. "Maybe a little later." She sets down her notebook, then takes a tissue to the bottle of witch hazel and soaks a little of the astringent into it. "I think I know what you mean. Sometimes I've felt like I've been dreaming for hours when I know it couldn't possibly have been that long."
Carefully, she places the tissue against her bruise. It's only still a little tender, and she doesn't bother with the mirror, knowing where the worst of it still is. "Do you use a cue to wake yourself back up? Or do you just leave the dream?"