The unbearable aural shrilling of his own rebounding, vibrating dread fades gradually with each contracture of lungs. Rush's heart continues to hammer, frenetic, inconsolable, but he is - he can - he will have this under control. He can manage it. He can.
"Fuck." One trembling hand sweeps the hair from his eyes, a movement meant to inject a form of normalcy into a situation where none exists. "What the - fuck."
Breathe and - compartmentalize. Rush understands a number of things. He has a number. Of things. Of groups. Categories. He can order them. He can. He can structure them. Item one - the container in which he had formerly been kept was not a coffin but in actuality an absurdly large fucking box wrapped in discordantly bright paper, like an oversized fucking Christmas present. Item two - the other surroundings, from tree to all other gifts, are equally inflated. Item three - Rush and Asadi and presumably every-slash-anyone else is not grotesquely massive. Item four - it is possible the house is of the average size and build of most houses and it is simply that their own relative size has been reduced. Item five - this is, assuredly, an unreality and therefore discreditable as a dream.
Thank fuck.
"Dream?" Rush guesses, the internal ticking of various points having at least lowered the rate of breathing and somewhat the jarring shivering of limbs.
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"Fuck." One trembling hand sweeps the hair from his eyes, a movement meant to inject a form of normalcy into a situation where none exists. "What the - fuck."
Breathe and - compartmentalize. Rush understands a number of things. He has a number. Of things. Of groups. Categories. He can order them. He can. He can structure them. Item one - the container in which he had formerly been kept was not a coffin but in actuality an absurdly large fucking box wrapped in discordantly bright paper, like an oversized fucking Christmas present. Item two - the other surroundings, from tree to all other gifts, are equally inflated. Item three - Rush and Asadi and presumably every-slash-anyone else is not grotesquely massive. Item four - it is possible the house is of the average size and build of most houses and it is simply that their own relative size has been reduced. Item five - this is, assuredly, an unreality and therefore discreditable as a dream.
Thank fuck.
"Dream?" Rush guesses, the internal ticking of various points having at least lowered the rate of breathing and somewhat the jarring shivering of limbs.