I woke up here. And then woke up here, and woke up, and woke up, and woke up—it kept looping, yes, there was this one cabin and it was the same every time no matter what had happened to it. In it. Whatever. It feels weird to remember.
( not so much in a delicate sort of feelings way, from her tone, but in a more literally disorienting sense. a dream or not a dream, a dream that she remembers too well and lingers too strongly. that accounts for too much. )
My brother was there but he wasn't my brother, ( breathing out a wreath of smoke. ) Whatever it is, it's fucked up.
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( it isn't a confident answer, but— )
I woke up here. And then woke up here, and woke up, and woke up, and woke up—it kept looping, yes, there was this one cabin and it was the same every time no matter what had happened to it. In it. Whatever. It feels weird to remember.
( not so much in a delicate sort of feelings way, from her tone, but in a more literally disorienting sense. a dream or not a dream, a dream that she remembers too well and lingers too strongly. that accounts for too much. )
My brother was there but he wasn't my brother, ( breathing out a wreath of smoke. ) Whatever it is, it's fucked up.