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eirenical*coughs* So... for the first time in a couple of weeks, I actually feel like I can breathe again. All my assignments are handed in, all my finals are done, I don't even have chorale for the next couple of weeks. I am totally free and clear with no obligations in sight until after New Years. *_* Bliss.
So I went to bed early last night, being very sleepy after running around the city (12 miles!! :D) all day the day before, and planned to sleep in this morning. That... umm... didn't entirely happen. The getting to sleep early part went off without a hitch, but somewhere around 6 AM, this little voice spoke up in my head and said... "Mommy?" I batted it away and continued sleeping.
About an hour later, it prodded me again. "...Mommy?" I shooed it back away, rolled over and continued sleeping.
By 8 o'clock, it brought in reinforcements. Shortly after the "Mommy?"... I got the definite impression that Jeanie heard it, too, and turned around and smiled in response. Ah. Now it makes sense. Little voice must be Cloud. Mystery solved. Go back to sleep.
Two hours later, though, this slammed into my head:
"Mommy?"
Jeanie paused, hand still on the light switch at that small, sleepy query. Turning back towards the bed, she offered back an indulgent smile, "What is it, sweetheart?"
Claude was valiantly pushing himself up in the bed, even while knuckling at his over-tired eyes. Unable to resist the sight, Jeanie walked back over to the bed and sat down beside him, dropped a gentle kiss onto the top of his head. He drooped against her with a contented sigh and she ran gentle fingers through his unruly mop of curls, brushing the hair out of his eyes as he snuggled against her. Again, she asked, "What do you want, sweetie? Are you thirsty?"
Claude shook his head, let out a mighty yawn and mumbled something. As she caught the jumbled syllables, Jeanie smiled, "You want a story?" A sleepy nod in response. Jeanie huffed out a small laugh as she cradled her son closer, "What kind of a story?" Another sleepy mumble.
And at that mumble, Jeanie's breath caught a little in her throat, got tangled with the noise that tried to emerge in response. Forcing herself to take another deep breath, she said quietly, "OK, sweetheart. Let mommy think for a minute." Claude just nodded, taking Jeanie's request at face value and lapsed into silence. What did he want? He wanted a "Claude story."
Oh crap. That was the opening scene to a fic. And when they appear that suddenly and that completely while I've been asleep, I need to get them down right that minute or they're going to slip away like most of my dreams do. So I shot up out of the covers and grabbed for my laptop... only to discover it had no battery and the charger was in the room with my cat. Raced across the hall, desperately trying to hold the words, took care of Gabriel's needs, plugged in the laptop and finally got the words to "paper"... along with about another page more.
*sweatdrop* It's official. The sequel to The Zorya has begun. G-d help me. *thud*
*eg* Hey... if I work diligently enough, maybe I can get it posted for Xmas...? ;D *snorts* Yeah. Fat chance.
So I went to bed early last night, being very sleepy after running around the city (12 miles!! :D) all day the day before, and planned to sleep in this morning. That... umm... didn't entirely happen. The getting to sleep early part went off without a hitch, but somewhere around 6 AM, this little voice spoke up in my head and said... "Mommy?" I batted it away and continued sleeping.
About an hour later, it prodded me again. "...Mommy?" I shooed it back away, rolled over and continued sleeping.
By 8 o'clock, it brought in reinforcements. Shortly after the "Mommy?"... I got the definite impression that Jeanie heard it, too, and turned around and smiled in response. Ah. Now it makes sense. Little voice must be Cloud. Mystery solved. Go back to sleep.
Two hours later, though, this slammed into my head:
"Mommy?"
Jeanie paused, hand still on the light switch at that small, sleepy query. Turning back towards the bed, she offered back an indulgent smile, "What is it, sweetheart?"
Claude was valiantly pushing himself up in the bed, even while knuckling at his over-tired eyes. Unable to resist the sight, Jeanie walked back over to the bed and sat down beside him, dropped a gentle kiss onto the top of his head. He drooped against her with a contented sigh and she ran gentle fingers through his unruly mop of curls, brushing the hair out of his eyes as he snuggled against her. Again, she asked, "What do you want, sweetie? Are you thirsty?"
Claude shook his head, let out a mighty yawn and mumbled something. As she caught the jumbled syllables, Jeanie smiled, "You want a story?" A sleepy nod in response. Jeanie huffed out a small laugh as she cradled her son closer, "What kind of a story?" Another sleepy mumble.
And at that mumble, Jeanie's breath caught a little in her throat, got tangled with the noise that tried to emerge in response. Forcing herself to take another deep breath, she said quietly, "OK, sweetheart. Let mommy think for a minute." Claude just nodded, taking Jeanie's request at face value and lapsed into silence. What did he want? He wanted a "Claude story."
Oh crap. That was the opening scene to a fic. And when they appear that suddenly and that completely while I've been asleep, I need to get them down right that minute or they're going to slip away like most of my dreams do. So I shot up out of the covers and grabbed for my laptop... only to discover it had no battery and the charger was in the room with my cat. Raced across the hall, desperately trying to hold the words, took care of Gabriel's needs, plugged in the laptop and finally got the words to "paper"... along with about another page more.
*sweatdrop* It's official. The sequel to The Zorya has begun. G-d help me. *thud*
*eg* Hey... if I work diligently enough, maybe I can get it posted for Xmas...? ;D *snorts* Yeah. Fat chance.
