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MCA #4, Saturday Morning
Apr. 18th, 2015 09:33 amWas it any surprise Atton hadn't slept long? Probably not.
He hadn't been in bed for long. Just a few hours, and then he'd tossed the sheets aside, put on some pants and a t-shirt and padded back into the living room.
He was still sitting there at dawn, on the floor, his legs curled under him. The sun rose steadily outside, and its light poured in through the window. Atton had his eyes closed, but he didn't need to see it; he could feel the warmth on his face.
His mind was elsewhere, out in space, in the preserve, in the millions of tiny lights that stretched out from here up the coast and past the great cities not too far away. Meditating, yes, but mostly he was trying to get away without leaving; to focus on the part of him that wanted this weekend to be over, instead of the part that wanted to make this stick forever.
It was working.
Somewhat.
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He hadn't been in bed for long. Just a few hours, and then he'd tossed the sheets aside, put on some pants and a t-shirt and padded back into the living room.
He was still sitting there at dawn, on the floor, his legs curled under him. The sun rose steadily outside, and its light poured in through the window. Atton had his eyes closed, but he didn't need to see it; he could feel the warmth on his face.
His mind was elsewhere, out in space, in the preserve, in the millions of tiny lights that stretched out from here up the coast and past the great cities not too far away. Meditating, yes, but mostly he was trying to get away without leaving; to focus on the part of him that wanted this weekend to be over, instead of the part that wanted to make this stick forever.
It was working.
Somewhat.
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