10-05-2018, 09:44 AM
[size=9pt]A wink of sleep was worth a billion dollars. If he were lucky enough to come across a zombie turned sandman, now, he'd make quick work of trading his brain for a dream. Hell, he didn't even care for a dream-- He just wanted sleep. But with his mind gushing memories and thoughts like they were an oil spill and he was the gulf of mexico, he'd been lucky to get more than an hour or two of shut eye, here and there.
It was when Moon had finished the meeting and various other new duties he'd been recently christened with that he dragged himself back to his room and promptly collapsed to the carpeted floor, an over-run golden retriever of a lion. His eyes drifted shut, heavy with such extreme physical exhaustion that he didn't even make it to shutting the door, and as his mind faded to that sweet, sweet black-red-blue static, the last thing he saw was the floorboards of the corridor.
And then-- Slam.
Perhaps, had Moon had more patience - more sleep in his body, less of a short nerve and an overactive mind - he would've dismissed the slam and tried again at slipping back into the blank void of sleep, but, alas, he had all of those things and more. So the lion groaned in the way a sleep-deprived teenager would, dragged one paw down his face, and from the floor of his room, promptly roared, "Who the fuck is slamming doors?"
It was when Moon had finished the meeting and various other new duties he'd been recently christened with that he dragged himself back to his room and promptly collapsed to the carpeted floor, an over-run golden retriever of a lion. His eyes drifted shut, heavy with such extreme physical exhaustion that he didn't even make it to shutting the door, and as his mind faded to that sweet, sweet black-red-blue static, the last thing he saw was the floorboards of the corridor.
And then-- Slam.
Perhaps, had Moon had more patience - more sleep in his body, less of a short nerve and an overactive mind - he would've dismissed the slam and tried again at slipping back into the blank void of sleep, but, alas, he had all of those things and more. So the lion groaned in the way a sleep-deprived teenager would, dragged one paw down his face, and from the floor of his room, promptly roared, "Who the fuck is slamming doors?"
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