26.Aug.13, 12:56 AM
<< ...Fade In>>
... had he... fallen asleep ...on the beach?
Z'jan furrowed his brows in sleep, as his mind tried to drag him back to consciousness. He shifted slightly and forced his eyes open to slits. He expected to get pelted by the harsh glare of light reflecting off of water. Instead, everything was dappled, and much dimmer than it should have been. His eyes opened fully. Trees, everywhere. Hm.
It was almost like he
thelake--O'wain--thefire--thenaked--therace--thewoods--thestillnaked--thefuck--thewowthefuck...
remembered everthing.
Blinking, he tried to mentally locate all his body parts. After such 'contortions,' it was always good to figure out where everything was before trying to move abruptly. It was never fun to roll over on the wrong part, or put a knee where it shouldn't be going... especially for the person on the receiving end. Though the urge to arch his back and stretch out 5'10 of cramped muscle was almost irresistible.
Z'jan was on his stomach, that much was certain. He could see leaves, dirt, grass, bits of stick and rock traveling outward from his eyeline until what felt like infinity. Tree trunks. A leaf, half eaten by grubs, fell to the forest floor about ten meters off.
A rebel yawn nearly popped Z'jan's jaw. What time was it? The light was too dim. He hesitantly shifted his arms, legs, just a bit, in an effort to determine the line where he ended and O'wain began.
It was a very blurry line.
... had he... fallen asleep ...on the beach?
Z'jan furrowed his brows in sleep, as his mind tried to drag him back to consciousness. He shifted slightly and forced his eyes open to slits. He expected to get pelted by the harsh glare of light reflecting off of water. Instead, everything was dappled, and much dimmer than it should have been. His eyes opened fully. Trees, everywhere. Hm.
It was almost like he
thelake--O'wain--thefire--thenaked--therace--thewoods--thestillnaked--thefuck--thewowthefuck...
remembered everthing.
Blinking, he tried to mentally locate all his body parts. After such 'contortions,' it was always good to figure out where everything was before trying to move abruptly. It was never fun to roll over on the wrong part, or put a knee where it shouldn't be going... especially for the person on the receiving end. Though the urge to arch his back and stretch out 5'10 of cramped muscle was almost irresistible.
Z'jan was on his stomach, that much was certain. He could see leaves, dirt, grass, bits of stick and rock traveling outward from his eyeline until what felt like infinity. Tree trunks. A leaf, half eaten by grubs, fell to the forest floor about ten meters off.
A rebel yawn nearly popped Z'jan's jaw. What time was it? The light was too dim. He hesitantly shifted his arms, legs, just a bit, in an effort to determine the line where he ended and O'wain began.
It was a very blurry line.