"Sigh"~ for A Little Drabble do Ya!

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

It was half past three when Illya woke. He’d been dreaming but couldn’t recall the details; just a wisp of a memory, more feeling than anything else for once.

He got out of bed, trundling to the bathroom and emerged to the sounds of rain tapping against the window pane.

What to do? Read, eat...go back to bed? (Sighing) None seemed to fit his mood.

The dream. What was it? It was creeping around the edge of his psyche, just enough to annoy him. Maybe if he went back to sleep, it would return.

Illya hoped so.

(Another sigh)

Comments

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Such a melancholy drabble. A little bit of art imitating life?

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Gee, how'd you guess. I think we've all had these sort of nights. Thanks. Good icon btw cuz.

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

I must be psychic, and I've definitely had nights like that.

Who knew Santa Claus work for U.N.C.L.E.? :-)

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Santa working for U.N.C.L.E. :D

[otherhawk.livejournal.com]

Wow, this was really moody and atmospheric - nicely done. (And personally, I mostly wake up from dreams cross because I'm never going to find out what happens next. I once dreamt the first episode of the second series of an imaginary TV show.)

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

I can believe it. I often dream a lot of my stories, or when I've hit a brick wall in a fic...my dreams come to the rescue. That's pretty pathetic, I think. lol! This drabble mirrored me the other night...woke up, it was raining, and there was the memory of a dream I couldn't quite catch...

Thanks for the comment!