She shook her head back and forth, her forehead resting at the curve of his neck as she hugged him tight. It wasn't. She'd been to tired to be scared, too thirsty, too hungry, but mostly too tired. "I don't dream about that," Trisha said quietly. She might just as easily have said, 'I'm not afraid of that.' It meant the same thing. But aren't you?
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Date: 2009-04-23 03:55 am (UTC)