Daniel stares at his hands and pulls the fingers into fists, testing the motion with the repeated clenching and unclenching of fingers. He runs a hand over the interior of their makeshift shelter. Nothing about the texture of the air or the cement or the environment hints at anything that feels remotely oneiric.
"We're dreaming?" he says, uncertainty creeping into his voice. "But why can't I - "
A gnawing sensation of wrongness itches the back of his skull. Like some vital part of him has been inexplicably lost or amputated, something he can't conceptualize.
It feels obvious that he should remember, but he can't.
no subject
Like a dream.
Daniel stares at his hands and pulls the fingers into fists, testing the motion with the repeated clenching and unclenching of fingers. He runs a hand over the interior of their makeshift shelter. Nothing about the texture of the air or the cement or the environment hints at anything that feels remotely oneiric.
"We're dreaming?" he says, uncertainty creeping into his voice. "But why can't I - "
A gnawing sensation of wrongness itches the back of his skull. Like some vital part of him has been inexplicably lost or amputated, something he can't conceptualize.
It feels obvious that he should remember, but he can't.