Etude 1: Adagio Sognando
The dreams that in waking I see
Are all that is left of me
Of all the days to be raining, it had to be today, thought Sarah. It had to be the day when her term paper was due, when midterm exams were being returned, when her boyfriend had just called up to say he wanted to see other people. "I hate the rain," she muttered under her breath, to no one in particular. She sighed and clutched her binder more tightly, hoping that the rain wouldn't get inside and make the ink on her paper run. The wind blew, cold and harsh as her falling GPA and her parent's expressions. Her hair blew in her eyes, and she cursed softly as she tried to shake it out, refusing to let go of the binder. And then suddenly, the wind stopped dead, and the rain disappeared, and she looked up to see a glowing light in front of her. It seemed to reach for her menacingly, and she backed away from it. She was about to turn and run when the light disappeared, and the wind and rain resumed.
"Okay, that was weird," she said. She stood there for a while, staring at the spot where the light had been. There was nothing there. She shook the hair out of her eyes. Something about the light had seemed familiar. She looked behind her, expecting to see someone laughing, but nobody else had noticed the light. She sighed and walked on towards class.
Class had already started by the time Sarah got there, but she was able to slip into the back of the auditorium unnoticed. Thankfully, Professor Mel hadn't started collecting the papers yet, so she wouldn't have to be obvious about slipping hers in. She sank gratefully into a seat in the very last row. She shared the row with two drunks, a druggie, and a guy she'd never seen before. The first thing that struck her was his hair; it was cut in a sort of reverse mohawk -- spiky on the outside, with a stripe shaved to the scalp in the center. He also had an earring, and a nose ring, and a chain connecting the two. She found herself watching him, morbidly fascinated. I wonder what happens when he sneezes? Does the metal get in the way? He turned to look at her before she could turn her attention back to the lecture. He looked at her as if she was just so much chopped liver, then went back to drawing on his arm. She forced herself to pay attention to the lecture, but was unsuccessful. Somewhere in the background, the professor droned on about gender constructions in the work of Charlotte Bronte. Three hours of sleep a night for the past week caught up to her, and Sarah drifted off into a light sleep.
...
She stood on a vast plain beneath a smoky sky. Streaks of dull blue ran through it, meeting and joining the angry whorls of red in the east. She could not tell what the ground was made of, only that it was firm and slightly damp. She knew, somehow, that there was no-one alive in the area. This dream again, she thought. But it's too early! It's been barely any time since the last one... A wind began to blow, filled with particles that grated against her skin. She started walking, going along with the wind instead of fighting it. Then the wind stopped, and a light appeared in front of her, glowing. It extended a tendril, reaching for her, and she turned and ran from it. Then there was a sudden murmuring of voices, and she blinked, awake. Class was over, and people were getting up to turn in their papers before leaving. I don't remember falling asleep, she thought. But she was grateful to note that she wouldn't be the last to turn her paper in. She got up and hurried to the front of the auditorium with it, slipping it in between two others, and scurried out.
My first words! Yay! Not that much, but they didn't take me all that long, either. The title of the chapter means "Slowly, dreamily"; it's musical terminology. However, I should be getting to bed. More words when I wake up!
Etude 1 (continued)
Are all that is left of me
Of all the days to be raining, it had to be today, thought Sarah. It had to be the day when her term paper was due, when midterm exams were being returned, when her boyfriend had just called up to say he wanted to see other people. "I hate the rain," she muttered under her breath, to no one in particular. She sighed and clutched her binder more tightly, hoping that the rain wouldn't get inside and make the ink on her paper run. The wind blew, cold and harsh as her falling GPA and her parent's expressions. Her hair blew in her eyes, and she cursed softly as she tried to shake it out, refusing to let go of the binder. And then suddenly, the wind stopped dead, and the rain disappeared, and she looked up to see a glowing light in front of her. It seemed to reach for her menacingly, and she backed away from it. She was about to turn and run when the light disappeared, and the wind and rain resumed.
"Okay, that was weird," she said. She stood there for a while, staring at the spot where the light had been. There was nothing there. She shook the hair out of her eyes. Something about the light had seemed familiar. She looked behind her, expecting to see someone laughing, but nobody else had noticed the light. She sighed and walked on towards class.
Class had already started by the time Sarah got there, but she was able to slip into the back of the auditorium unnoticed. Thankfully, Professor Mel hadn't started collecting the papers yet, so she wouldn't have to be obvious about slipping hers in. She sank gratefully into a seat in the very last row. She shared the row with two drunks, a druggie, and a guy she'd never seen before. The first thing that struck her was his hair; it was cut in a sort of reverse mohawk -- spiky on the outside, with a stripe shaved to the scalp in the center. He also had an earring, and a nose ring, and a chain connecting the two. She found herself watching him, morbidly fascinated. I wonder what happens when he sneezes? Does the metal get in the way? He turned to look at her before she could turn her attention back to the lecture. He looked at her as if she was just so much chopped liver, then went back to drawing on his arm. She forced herself to pay attention to the lecture, but was unsuccessful. Somewhere in the background, the professor droned on about gender constructions in the work of Charlotte Bronte. Three hours of sleep a night for the past week caught up to her, and Sarah drifted off into a light sleep.
...
She stood on a vast plain beneath a smoky sky. Streaks of dull blue ran through it, meeting and joining the angry whorls of red in the east. She could not tell what the ground was made of, only that it was firm and slightly damp. She knew, somehow, that there was no-one alive in the area. This dream again, she thought. But it's too early! It's been barely any time since the last one... A wind began to blow, filled with particles that grated against her skin. She started walking, going along with the wind instead of fighting it. Then the wind stopped, and a light appeared in front of her, glowing. It extended a tendril, reaching for her, and she turned and ran from it. Then there was a sudden murmuring of voices, and she blinked, awake. Class was over, and people were getting up to turn in their papers before leaving. I don't remember falling asleep, she thought. But she was grateful to note that she wouldn't be the last to turn her paper in. She got up and hurried to the front of the auditorium with it, slipping it in between two others, and scurried out.
My first words! Yay! Not that much, but they didn't take me all that long, either. The title of the chapter means "Slowly, dreamily"; it's musical terminology. However, I should be getting to bed. More words when I wake up!
Etude 1 (continued)
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