[ the problem with dreams is that they're subconscious. uncontrollable. cooper doesn't know the room is coming, red curtains rushing headlong toward him before he's already there in the midst of it, shoes clicking on the floor, echoing throughout the curtained walls in a way that it shouldn't.
he hears the chide, but says nothing for a moment, eyes trailing about the room. he stares at her. ]
I didn't mean to.
[ it's different than the last time. he's not older. he's just the same as he was before he went to sleep, and there's no laura palmer sitting across the way from him, all secrets and kisses and arms. what she said to him still escapes him. ]
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he hears the chide, but says nothing for a moment, eyes trailing about the room. he stares at her. ]
I didn't mean to.
[ it's different than the last time. he's not older. he's just the same as he was before he went to sleep, and there's no laura palmer sitting across the way from him, all secrets and kisses and arms. what she said to him still escapes him. ]
I need to wake up.