Well, at least the reason I didn't sleep well wasn't because of sleepwalking this time. When I was at the hospital last night, Giles told me he found out that the voodoo mask is the reason for my dreams, and the sleepwalking, and the fact I was singing a French song when I've never studied it. He found this out right before Buffy had her accident ( Read more... )

I finally talked to Buffy and Giles about my sleepwalking problems and the other stuff. Buffy let me have it for keeping things from her at first [and I deserved it], but I knew she'd know what to do.

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I woke up in the middle of the night in an alley down near the river. It was, like, 3 a.m. and I was curled up next to a dumpster, freezing to death. I can't keep doing this. Because you know, sometime I'm not going to make it back to the warehouse. This is New Orleans; it's as bad as Sunnydale was for crime although for different reasons ( Read more... )

The other day after school, I was hanging out in the gym with Cass, and Kincaid came by to see me! Of course she answered the door, and she had to embarrass me by screaming for the whole world to hear that my boyfriend was there. I was all rambly and blushy, and it didn't help to have Cassidy there staring at me, and then that strange woman who's ( Read more... )

Okay, so I woke up this morning at about 5:30 down by the river, behind the far end of the French Market. I have no idea how I got there. I was barefoot and wearing my sleep sweatshirt and pants, and I was totally freezing! I've been having weird dreams that I can't quite remember, but I never sleepwalked before. I was so cold I was crying as I ( Read more... )

The night is chill, and the stars are obscured by clouds. Nique hurries down the alleyway, the distant revelry from Bourbon Street as vague as a dream one can't quite remember. She pulls her cloak more tightly around herself, still humming under her breath. Her shoes click on the cobblestones ( Read more... )

Well, while Buffy and I shopped 'til we dropped yesterday, I hear I had a visit from Kincaid. He brought me pie. You know, that's kinda sweet. Of course, I think we have ten pies here already. I'd be perfectly happy if I didn't eat again until next week. Food, ugh.

I can't believe he came over and I missed him! I so don't want to wait until ( Read more... )

After school, I went down to the Riverwalk. It seemed like all my classes were so crowded and loud, and there was a song on the tip of my tongue that I could not figure out. It was really bugging me, and I was trying to sing it in my head.

( And then... )

"Ici, maman ( Read more... )

So I met a boy the other day. His name's Kincaid. Actually I bumped into him right after Mr. Chomsky's class, nearly knocking him over with my backpack. Smoooooth, right? Anyway, we walked down the hall, and he's kinda quiet, but he actually said something to the Boudreaux cousins, who were picking on a weakling [again]. They never quit, and I ( Read more... )