A short respite as I think away from the situation at hand, because the argument that ensued was quite ugly. yes, I think it is good to sometimes think yourself away..
I resume my thoughts on something that had happened earlier that morning. My roommate was slamming the floor beside me, trying to wake me up without touching me. Not that my roommate did not want to touch me to wake me up- the last time they did I cried. However rough and tumble Huje may be, she walks lightly, as if stepping on eggshells around me,,
I woke up rather gently and I appreciated the effort Huje had put in for my sake, but, blinking awake, the world still spinning around me as the blood seemed to rush to my head, she asked me if I was talking to her.
I said no, I was sleeping, thankyou for waking me up so nice.
She continued to look so I looked back and she said: "When I woke up, I heard you talking in your sleep. You said, 'Don't come away..'"
My dreams were what I first incriminated. Huje agreed that I must've been having a strong dream, but if they were the real cause, they had vanished away perfectly. Somehow something seemed to prod my gut, telling me that it was not quite the full answer.
A scream of an already dead mouse shook me out of my thoughts. Gilead had slammed the door, leaving the mixer room, and the small room seemed to shudder. Chen was still in the same spot, as if he were sheltered under a pavilion of his own, waiting out the storm.. but I could see dark clouds in his eyes, just from the side of his face. He took out his Bible and began to read where he last left off, the book of Ezekiel. I was no longer there. He was in his secret pavilion.
But thou, son of man, hear what I say unto thee; Be not thou rebellious like that rebellious house: open thy mouth, and eat that I give thee.
Ezekiel 2:8
He had his Bible open on his lap as always, and it lay flat like a napkin.
Yes, I thought. Gilead served a sumptuous fare, and he ate. The storms cleared from his eyes as he read and read and read...
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