It was quiet as a crypt. The living breathing mixture of excitement and intense anxiety lay hidden beneath the dreams of Tommy and Alex.
But not dear old John. As Tommy remained fixed in a dream beyond those of simple daily cataloging, Alex stirred in his sleep. Although
he was being nannied by a new "giant," having next to zero responsibility over his own mortality was unsettling at the very least. His dreams -
nightmares; dismal reflections of the past few hours of his life. He shook violently on the pillow case, sweating, groaning, lost
in a deep and confusing state of REM.
Thunder again. Thunder; pounding; quakes. In his sleep he could hear the sounds, conforming to the dream - "What were they?" he pondered.
BOOM...BOOM...BOOM... Slowly, but rhythmically, each explosion of sound could be made out. Closer, and closer, and closer they drew.
But not dear old John. As Tommy remained fixed in a dream beyond those of simple daily cataloging, Alex stirred in his sleep. Although
he was being nannied by a new "giant," having next to zero responsibility over his own mortality was unsettling at the very least. His dreams -
nightmares; dismal reflections of the past few hours of his life. He shook violently on the pillow case, sweating, groaning, lost
in a deep and confusing state of REM.
Thunder again. Thunder; pounding; quakes. In his sleep he could hear the sounds, conforming to the dream - "What were they?" he pondered.
BOOM...BOOM...BOOM... Slowly, but rhythmically, each explosion of sound could be made out. Closer, and closer, and closer they drew.