Room 507 - Friday Morning
Aug. 25th, 2006 07:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sensethevisionsPhoebe slept fitfully. The events of the day had drained her, and not even sleep was bringing her the rest that she needed.
She had started out the night having the same dream of all of the premonitions from things that had happened during the week... frogs, snakes, disembodied hands, a broken door lock... But then, it changed.
...She was in a room with mirrors... so many mirrors and so many reflections shining back at her. She turned to go away from the mirrors, but there were people all around her and she had to back away, dodge those people. If any of them came close to her, bad things would happen to them, she knew it...
Phoebe let out a whimper in her sleep and then turned her head on the pillow.
...She was outdoors and there were still all of those people and she had to stop herself... she couldn't touch them, couldn't be near them. They'd see... they'd be hurt... friends and family... she could tell them! But no, the ones nearest her had distrust in their eyes... hatred... she had hurt them... an interlude... safety and acceptance... a brief touch... and she's running again... being chased... stumbling... fear...
Phoebe woke up with a soft cry, sweat making her pajamas stick to her as she huddled there.
She didn't want to hurt anyone.
Premonitions sucked.
[[OOC: Open to the occupants of 507 who were nice enough to let Phoebe stay there with them.]]
She had started out the night having the same dream of all of the premonitions from things that had happened during the week... frogs, snakes, disembodied hands, a broken door lock... But then, it changed.
...She was in a room with mirrors... so many mirrors and so many reflections shining back at her. She turned to go away from the mirrors, but there were people all around her and she had to back away, dodge those people. If any of them came close to her, bad things would happen to them, she knew it...
Phoebe let out a whimper in her sleep and then turned her head on the pillow.
...She was outdoors and there were still all of those people and she had to stop herself... she couldn't touch them, couldn't be near them. They'd see... they'd be hurt... friends and family... she could tell them! But no, the ones nearest her had distrust in their eyes... hatred... she had hurt them... an interlude... safety and acceptance... a brief touch... and she's running again... being chased... stumbling... fear...
Phoebe woke up with a soft cry, sweat making her pajamas stick to her as she huddled there.
She didn't want to hurt anyone.
Premonitions sucked.
[[OOC: Open to the occupants of 507 who were nice enough to let Phoebe stay there with them.]]
