Tucker Cummings

Chapter 328: Count These Instead of Sheep

In Uncategorized on November 24, 2011 at 3:59 am

Ripley is a ghost. They have me walking now, up and down the halls of this place. But no matter where my pigeon-toed ramblings take me over the course of a day, I never seem to cross paths with her.

I try to be mad at her, but I don’t seem to be capable of feeling much of anything right now. She was the fighter, they tell me, but I feel like the one who has Soldier’s Heart.

I would tell her I’m not angry, and it would be the truth. But I miss sleeping. Dreaming. I want to dream again.

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