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freedhunter) wrote2011-07-12 10:22 pm
freedhunter) wrote2011-07-12 10:22 pm
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Coming out from sleep was a slow process. It usually wasn't, but this morning it was. Slowly, slowly, rising out of deep murky depth filled with frights that couldn't see. When he opened his eyes, Ford didn't know at first what had happened. He was in his bed, early morning light was seeping into the room from behind the blinds, and he had Darcy's warm form pressed against his side. But something had happened, hadn't it?
When he tried to move, it started to come back to him. He could hardly move! How to describe it? Either like being submerged into the thickest of molasses, or like his muscles had turned to water. He simply had no strength!
Not exactly having any choice in the matter, he stayed where he was, trying to figure out what was wrong with him, and to get his body to move as he wanted it to. At first there was hardly anything at all, but eventually he was able to start to activate his muscles, little by little. Wiggling his toes at first, then moving his feet. Fingers, then hands. Moving on to arms and legs. Okay, he could move, but he felt that he was very weak, and doubted that he would be able to stand on his feet.
When he tried to move, it started to come back to him. He could hardly move! How to describe it? Either like being submerged into the thickest of molasses, or like his muscles had turned to water. He simply had no strength!
Not exactly having any choice in the matter, he stayed where he was, trying to figure out what was wrong with him, and to get his body to move as he wanted it to. At first there was hardly anything at all, but eventually he was able to start to activate his muscles, little by little. Wiggling his toes at first, then moving his feet. Fingers, then hands. Moving on to arms and legs. Okay, he could move, but he felt that he was very weak, and doubted that he would be able to stand on his feet.