She looks back, and for all the waves continue to crash, she can see the footprints back into the distance.
It's farther than she'd thought.
And they'll go farther yet.
It's not intimidating at all, really, for all there's that edge that's a little bit sharper at moments, a little more real--a little more This can't be possible, this isn't the way it works, if she listens to it, and a little harder not to, a little more like the waking world.
For now, though, there's just the waves, and Susan's hand in hers, until there's that moment when she murmurs for them to stop and lets the hand go as she sits on the beach and closes her eyes
and opens her eyes, slowly, to the familiar ceiling and room.
It's a moment as Lucy says, "It's only a dream," softly, hoping Caspian won't hear in his sleep, and tries the way the words taste in her mouth, grimacing a bit.
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It's farther than she'd thought.
And they'll go farther yet.
It's not intimidating at all, really, for all there's that edge that's a little bit sharper at moments, a little more real--a little more This can't be possible, this isn't the way it works, if she listens to it, and a little harder not to, a little more like the waking world.
For now, though, there's just the waves, and Susan's hand in hers, until there's that moment when she murmurs for them to stop and lets the hand go as she sits on the beach and closes her eyes
and opens her eyes, slowly, to the familiar ceiling and room.
It's a moment as Lucy says, "It's only a dream," softly, hoping Caspian won't hear in his sleep, and tries the way the words taste in her mouth, grimacing a bit.
Lying never sat with her well.