Walking through the passageways of the USS Patuxent, a refueling supply ship, I run my fingers through my hair. I beat on Justin's door. It's 1 in the morning, but he and I have had trouble sleeping lately, so I know he's awake. Sure enough he is, and I tell him about the events in the Meadow.
While talking to him, as it is through discussion I realize most of my best ideas, I realize that while I despise the invasion of my dreamscape by a foreign entity, now I can talk to this, this part of my mind I've been tucking away. Ramona is a part of my mind that I don't want to talk to: my lust, my past, my dirty secrets and desires.
I decide to go to sleep without any self-induction. I don't sleep for hours.
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