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Mar 18, 2012 18:58

Tom admitted to himself long ago that he and sleep were never going to be best friends. He blamed his bouts of insomnia on the weird hours he kept at work, the late nights he spent with Irma, and his addiction to coffee. He did not blame the nightmares, which were infrequent these days, but they certainly didn't help him to fall back asleep once he ( Read more... )

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allmyyesterdays March 19 2012, 00:57:42 UTC
Irma isn't sleeping at this point. There's a variety of things spread on the table - bits and bobs she's found around the apartment. She's tossing a bit of string back and forth when her PinPoint beeps.

She picks it up and reads the message. She sends back: Hey Tom. Yeah, feel free to come over.

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too_late4tom March 19 2012, 01:07:45 UTC
Be there in a few.

Despite the anticipation of seeing his girlfriend, it takes him a minute or two to crawl out of bed. He's awake, but he's still tired, and the intense fear from his nightmare still has him out of sorts.

A quick shower helps. He gets dressed, then PINpoints into Irma's apartment.

"Hey," he says quietly, not wanting to disturb Harold if he happens to be home and asleep. As it happens, Irma's roommate is spending the night at the greenhouse.

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allmyyesterdays March 19 2012, 01:20:03 UTC
Irma has moved some of the stuff on the table over. She'll put it all away later.

She doesn't glance at the clock every two minutes until Tom arrives - it's three am and he's probably trying to wake up.

When he arrives she goes over to him and gives him a gentle hug. "Hey. Couldn't sleep?"

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too_late4tom March 19 2012, 01:28:43 UTC
Tom returns the hug and rests his face against Irma's hair a moment. He looks like he could use a strong cup of coffee or two, but knowing she's alive and safe is enough to brighten his expression.

"Actually, I fell asleep just fine." He rubs his eyes absently. "Then I had a nightmare or something. Woke me up."

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