Laura Palmer (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
already_lost) wrote2021-02-08 10:35 am
already_lost) wrote2021-02-08 10:35 am
For Marianne
Laura Palmer didn't sleep.
All she did was dream, crashing awake ill-rested and haunted by images burned behind her eyelids. They weren't nightmares, she hadn't seen BOB in her dreams in years, but they left her equally unsettled.
She wrote in her journal until her hand cramped, needing to put her thoughts to paper in case they slipped away. So much seemed to be slipping away.
When she walked home from class, one of her last before graduation in May, Laura knew she looked pale and withdrawn, dark rings smudged beneath her eyes, but she was sober. She could claim that, at least.
She wanted not to be, but she was strong enough not to give in to herself.
Passing in front of a little bookstore not far from campus, Laura almost missed Marianne walking towards her. In something of a fog, she managed a faint smile, lifting a hand in a tentative wave.
All she did was dream, crashing awake ill-rested and haunted by images burned behind her eyelids. They weren't nightmares, she hadn't seen BOB in her dreams in years, but they left her equally unsettled.
She wrote in her journal until her hand cramped, needing to put her thoughts to paper in case they slipped away. So much seemed to be slipping away.
When she walked home from class, one of her last before graduation in May, Laura knew she looked pale and withdrawn, dark rings smudged beneath her eyes, but she was sober. She could claim that, at least.
She wanted not to be, but she was strong enough not to give in to herself.
Passing in front of a little bookstore not far from campus, Laura almost missed Marianne walking towards her. In something of a fog, she managed a faint smile, lifting a hand in a tentative wave.