http://maias-notebook.livejournal.com/ (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
maias-notebook.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fandomhighdorms2005-09-26 09:49 pm
maias-notebook.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomhighdorms2005-09-26 09:49 pm
Room 217
Maia is laying on her back, arm over her eyes. Her head is pounding and all she wants is to go to sleep. Images keep flashing up in front of her eyes, closing her eyes does no good. She washed her face with cold water, decided to take a cold shower. The images are still there.
Maia rolls over in her bed and stares at the two sets of flowers on her night stand. They are starting to look a little wilted now but they still make her smile. She stares at them until her eyes get heavy. Every conversation with Aziraphale leaves her something to think about and a slight ache in her head.
The images are still there, burning into her mind. She can't see past them to anything good. She pulls up the covers around her staring again at her flowers hoping they will transfer into her dreams and she will have a peaceful night.
Maia rolls over in her bed and stares at the two sets of flowers on her night stand. They are starting to look a little wilted now but they still make her smile. She stares at them until her eyes get heavy. Every conversation with Aziraphale leaves her something to think about and a slight ache in her head.
The images are still there, burning into her mind. She can't see past them to anything good. She pulls up the covers around her staring again at her flowers hoping they will transfer into her dreams and she will have a peaceful night.