harrellgirl

Eugene pressed and rubbed the heels of his palms to his cheeks, attempting to force life into his skin. His reflection in the mirror glowed dimly in the moonlight, a pale flag of surrender against his battle for sleep. Although he managed to snag a few hours of rest, he remained unsure how much actual sleep he captured through his turns and tosses. He bowed his head, dragging his fingers over his scalp and down the back of his neck. Despite having a comfortable and secure place to sleep for the first time in years, the absurdity of the last few days managed to keep him alert rather than knock him out. The longer he remained awake, the more he tried to prepare to wake up to find himself recovering from this fantastical dream in a cave outside Corona. Eyeing the cozy bed under his fingers and the polished stone beneath his feet, he began mentally ticking off elements of his new life. His reality. He died. His left hand ghosted over where he vividly remembered feeling Gothel’s