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[ is sitting up already with his head between his knees while continuing his sobbing. jumps when simon chucks the pillows across the room, letting out a small sound of surprise at the sudden movement.

though the next moment he's scooting away as far as he can from simon, backed up against the headboard like a scared animal would. ]

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[ the texture of the air feels like water, thick but flowing, muffling the background music that sounds suspiciously like a third-rate orchestra. it annoys him, makes him jump to his feet from where he is seated. it doesn't take a genius to figure out where (what) he was currently situated & him being simon, he figured the figuring-out part was even easier.

he snorts. ]

This is a stupid dream.

[ it kinda feels like the atmosphere of the tubes. the thought makes him a little more nervous, but it was a dream, a dream & that hypothesis is further proven when he turns around to come face-to-face with a glass wall that stretched far & far & far into the depths of this (stupid) dreamscape.

the glass is cool against his fingertips. there are small holes littered consistently across the glass as if it's letting in air onto his side -- or the other. ]