2 Blueprints - Dictated
[The events of the day before were exhausting. After realizing that he couldn't possibly have been drunk for that long, he came to the conclusion that he had to be dreaming. After dealing with all the strangeness, exhausted, he had flopped into the bed in his room, hoping it would mark the end of his dream.
Then, he'd woken up, groggy-eyed, and slowly let the room come into focus. He was instantly more awake when he realized he still wasn't in his apartment. Yesterday, he had managed to keep himself under control under the assumption of drunkness and dreams. But now, his heart is pounding, because neither of those things could be true.
He grabbed the journal with haste and spoke into it, not because he had accepted the form of communication, but because right now, he needed someone to talk to. And so far? The journal had talked back, as crazy as it was.]
[So now, he spoke, his voice urgent and with a slight undertone of panic.]
Why am I still here? The things that happened here-- there's no way they could be real. I was so sure that I was drunk, or dreaming, but.
[He takes a moment to regain himself, his breath sounding a little short. Easy, Mosby! There had to be a logical explanation for this...]
...am I mad?
Then, he'd woken up, groggy-eyed, and slowly let the room come into focus. He was instantly more awake when he realized he still wasn't in his apartment. Yesterday, he had managed to keep himself under control under the assumption of drunkness and dreams. But now, his heart is pounding, because neither of those things could be true.
He grabbed the journal with haste and spoke into it, not because he had accepted the form of communication, but because right now, he needed someone to talk to. And so far? The journal had talked back, as crazy as it was.]
[So now, he spoke, his voice urgent and with a slight undertone of panic.]
Why am I still here? The things that happened here-- there's no way they could be real. I was so sure that I was drunk, or dreaming, but.
[He takes a moment to regain himself, his breath sounding a little short. Easy, Mosby! There had to be a logical explanation for this...]
...am I mad?