[ Those words happen a few times as Sabine is trying to fight a blanket she can't see in the dark and maybe tucked in too hard on the side the last time she made the bed, and for the most part her attempt to extricate herself from the bed doesn't involve anything like the human-body-logic of feet go first, and everything inside her surges in the direction of that hapless apologetic pile of Jack that she hit and then knocked down, that she sends herself tumbling toward.
Gravity is kind of the worst. (They are a wreck. Again.)
A lot of things are still swimming around her. Through her. But the main current of necessity is getting back to Jack being less than the distance of the floor from her. (That it could have instead involved her telling him to get up there will not register until later. And who will care then? Certainly not them.) She does not care that she's brought half the bed with her and that how far and how much she can move is hampered by that same blanket attached to that same bed, which will not just stop existing.
She's reaching for his hands in the dark, needing to touch any part of him. ] You're here. You're back.
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I'm sorry—
[ Those words happen a few times as Sabine is trying to fight a blanket she can't see in the dark and maybe tucked in too hard on the side the last time she made the bed, and for the most part her attempt to extricate herself from the bed doesn't involve anything like the human-body-logic of feet go first, and everything inside her surges in the direction of that hapless apologetic pile of Jack that she hit and then knocked down, that she sends herself tumbling toward.
Gravity is kind of the worst.
(They are a wreck. Again.)
A lot of things are still swimming around her. Through her. But the main current of necessity is getting back to Jack being less than the distance of the floor from her. (That it could have instead involved her telling him to get up there will not register until later. And who will care then? Certainly not them.) She does not care that she's brought half the bed with her and that how far and how much she can move is hampered by that same blanket attached to that same bed, which will not just stop existing.
She's reaching for his hands in the dark,
needing to touch any part of him. ]
You're here. You're back.