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[e_delmar]

It gets cold, sometimes. And that would surprise Ennis if anything could, but seems there ain't much surprising anymore. Sometimes, though, he sits down and things about things that're warm. It don't help much, but it passes the time. Beds'n'blankets and people, too

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[realmrsreynolds]

Sallie usually sleeps well -- she likes keeping herself strong, and usually has tired herself out enough over the course of the day that falling into bed equals almost-immediate REM cycles.

Usually.

Tonight, however, Sallie is up late in a chair facing the sliding glass doors with a quasi-neglected cup of tea.

[e_delmar]

Ennis c'n almost smell the way things are, the way they were. The way it's all so real, and he almost laughs at that idea, the idea that he could somehow forget that it's real and he's not. He almost laughs, and then he does, and the sound startles him so's he falls backwards and on to the floor, if you could call what he did falling.

[realmrsreynolds]

Smack.

Sallie whips around behind her.

"...Creaky old houses," she mutters disdainfully.

Even if her house isn't really that old.

[e_delmar]

There's a shuffling sound, and Ennis looks around, panicked, as he stands up and brushes dirt that ain't there from his legs that ain't really there, either. But there's dust, for sure, and that shit is all around.