"Sigh"~ for A Little Drabble do Ya!

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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)