I couldn't move, not that I expected to in a dream. Couldn't do much but keep trying to read. The words seem to cut, ink pouring out from me.

[ from every opening. from fresh wounds, his eyes, his mouth.. but he kept trying to read. he stares off, distantly, as if he's back in his room, in front of that computer. how his mind started to break- disconnect. rinse and repeat. over and over.

for a moment, he forgets he's here. his voice is still raspy, still dry, forcing himself to clear it as he straightens a little. ]

I woke up earlier today, probably after the body was found.. since I saw the news on the typewriter when I got back. But when I initially woke up I was in a wooden box. [ he coughs again, spitting a few amethyst-colored petals now off to the side. blech. ] It was a pain in the ass, crawling out from underground.

[ ah... he's really feeling it now. he's so, so tired. he just wants to sleep. but the shock of it hits him like a wave, that feeling of being buried alive. oxygen fleeting, the dirt falling on him as he desperately tried to crawl out as quickly as possible. at least before he suffocated.

he drops his head on Joonghyuk's shoulder, eyes drifting a little. maybe he should try and snap Joonghyuk out of the state he's in but he's spent so much strength today just trying to fight out of the hell he woke up in. he just wants to sleep. ]