6/24: monika
Jun. 24th, 2018 03:35 pm[ Today was... a day. It still doesn't feel quite real, everybody making a big deal out of everything whereas for Natsuo, it'd just felt like a dream. Taking a nap Thursday evening so he can stay awake throughout the night- and then he opens his eyes and it smells like dirt and he couldn't move or breathe. That was more terrifying than anything— it felt like drowning, heavy, cold, and alone.
But the smell of dirt now is something he takes comfort in, finding his way back to the gardens he walked through earlier in the week, back when he was so certain and happy about all of this- as happy as he could get, anyways. He sits down in the middle of the path and then lies down, hands folded over his stomach and him squinting up at the darkening sky, waiting to get found and trampled on or forgotten or whatever it is he was hoping for. ]
But the smell of dirt now is something he takes comfort in, finding his way back to the gardens he walked through earlier in the week, back when he was so certain and happy about all of this- as happy as he could get, anyways. He sits down in the middle of the path and then lies down, hands folded over his stomach and him squinting up at the darkening sky, waiting to get found and trampled on or forgotten or whatever it is he was hoping for. ]
