Character: Dorian Ardelan
I close the door shut, stepping inside the dark bedroom illuminated by a torch placed neatly upon the table right beside my bed. It has been a long day, and my eyes are barely keeping open. I haven't had any fine sleep in so long. I relax into my exhaustion, releasing a faint sigh of relief at the fact that I just might get some rest tonight. I sit down next to my bed, light a quick sigg, smoking it out in thought as I feel the nerves of my brain soothen out. When I am ready, I lay down on my bed slowly, leaving my boots by the corner. I rest my head sideways against my pillow and breathe out against the torch, putting it out. Lights out.
I turn to the left, toss to the right. I wrap my arms around my pillow, keeping my eyes closed, but they are fighting back at me, refusing to stay shut for long. What? Why did this happen? I was feeling so exhausted just a moment ago. I turn to the right. I switch positions, pulling my knees to my stomach. Thoughts begin to cloud my mind. Before I know it, an hour as already passed, and I am trying to block out the noises of clashing swords. Not again.
Three in the midnight, and my eyes are glazed over. I hadn't even noticed the time passing. With a very audible war cry piercing my ears, I find myself leapt out of my bed, reaching for the dagger sheathed on my thigh, but I relax when I realize that I am not fighting in the Songaskian War. Sitting back down on the corner of my bed, I release a sigh, hands leaning on the knees of my feet. The clashing of swords persevere at the back of my head as I keep my eyes shut, trying to block out the noise. I hear the distant noises of men being slain, fallen-over horses screeching their last breaths, shields knocking men over the field. In panic, I run to the corner of my room and take cover by the table, covering my head with both my arms and crouching down.
Then I realize I'm in my bedroom, alone.
I pop open a bottle of whiskey and down it, as the clock hits four. Next minute, I am dancing with the spiritual beings of Aloria, arms spread out, twisting and turning around the floor of my room. I receive a reality check when I land on my butt and rest against the back of my bed, the bottle dropping from my loose hands, the contents spilling all over my carpet. But I find myself not caring in the slightest.
The dizzy feeling managed to calm my nerves, I am feeling very sloppy. Thankfully, I am not hearing them anymore. I try to get up, but I immediately twist on my heel and collapse against the floor. My leg begins to ache, but my entire face is numb. I try to scale my bed with the motivation of a mountain climber, and by the time my head meets the pillow, I realize that the sun is beginning to shine. I thought I was going to sleep tonight.
My hands bury into my face and I kneel, unable to hold back the tears of frustration as I sink further and further into the mattress, which feels incredibly uncomfortable to me.
I really want to sleep.
