Insomnia-Champagne Challenge 127 (PG)
Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 8:23 am
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Title: Insomnia
Rating: PG
Author's Note: Mick's POV for Champagne Challenge-Insomnia.
Mick sighed and pulled the door up on his freezer. The cool air wafting up from it felt good. Mick shrugged out of his button up shirt and slipped into the freezer, pulling the lid shut behind him.
Ahh, that feels nice… Mick thought. He growled just slightly, his teeth sliding out, but his eyes were closed, so his milky white eyes stayed hidden. Only a few seconds after, all vampire sights were gone, except for the fact Mick was sleeping in a freezer. Well, trying.
Mick was trying and failing to get some sleep. All he wanted was to sink deep into unconsciousness, get away from the annoying thoughts chasing around in Mick’s head.
A week as a human and not only was Mick’s body terribly confused, but so was he. But he knew he hadn’t wasted a bit of it. Mick had been determined to not have any regrets. Mick couldn’t say that he failed, but he couldn’t say he’d succeeded, either. One half regret-he hadn’t been able to get a Krispy Krème donut yet. How sad. It actually amused Mick enough he chuckled in his freezer.
A week as a human, you’d think that Mick didn’t need a bed. Only a week, and he got a bed. But now he knew he’d never use it again, four hundred plus dollars down the drain. But the taste of coffee and orange juice and even low-fat crappy donuts - that were apparently not as good as some better quality ones, that could have potentially killed him, until proven innocent - were worth it. Every second. Hot dogs and fruit, a tan (possibly), grapes, strawberries… There were so many things he enjoyed, and so many things he could have enjoyed that he didn’t have the chance too. There’s just to many different foods on this earth to eat them in one lifetime, let alone a week.
Mick wished he had a clock somewhere he could check. It must be at least midnight by now, Mick thought. Mick was on his last wire. He needed the relief of unconsciousness quickly, to get away from the heat in his head.
His thoughts momentarily drifted to Josef, whom he knew would tease him if he had actually said that aloud. Mick knew Josef would have said, “You mean the hot air in your head? There must be some, otherwise you would have switched to freshies by now.” Mick opened his eyes, now back to their wonderful hazel – or blue, depending on the light – and sighed.
Mick growled relentlessly in pure annoyance that could turn violent in any second. But Mick’s thoughts quickly subsided and he focused on tomorrow and it’s possibilities. He could take Beth out to dinner. Mick closed his eyes, only seeing Beth’s happy, smiling face.
Mick longed for peaceful unconsciousness more than before. This was Mick’s worst insomnia in his undead life – even in his first life. While on the subject, Mick began thinking about his life as a kid, how he always loved pretend he was an army general, uniform and all. Mick had fulfilled his dream, of course, but thinking of his childhood memories, as faded as they were, brought back more recent memories, unwanted memories. Mick stayed awake as he tried to fight off the unsettling and unhappy memories of the night.
Title: Insomnia
Rating: PG
Author's Note: Mick's POV for Champagne Challenge-Insomnia.
Mick sighed and pulled the door up on his freezer. The cool air wafting up from it felt good. Mick shrugged out of his button up shirt and slipped into the freezer, pulling the lid shut behind him.
Ahh, that feels nice… Mick thought. He growled just slightly, his teeth sliding out, but his eyes were closed, so his milky white eyes stayed hidden. Only a few seconds after, all vampire sights were gone, except for the fact Mick was sleeping in a freezer. Well, trying.
Mick was trying and failing to get some sleep. All he wanted was to sink deep into unconsciousness, get away from the annoying thoughts chasing around in Mick’s head.
A week as a human and not only was Mick’s body terribly confused, but so was he. But he knew he hadn’t wasted a bit of it. Mick had been determined to not have any regrets. Mick couldn’t say that he failed, but he couldn’t say he’d succeeded, either. One half regret-he hadn’t been able to get a Krispy Krème donut yet. How sad. It actually amused Mick enough he chuckled in his freezer.
A week as a human, you’d think that Mick didn’t need a bed. Only a week, and he got a bed. But now he knew he’d never use it again, four hundred plus dollars down the drain. But the taste of coffee and orange juice and even low-fat crappy donuts - that were apparently not as good as some better quality ones, that could have potentially killed him, until proven innocent - were worth it. Every second. Hot dogs and fruit, a tan (possibly), grapes, strawberries… There were so many things he enjoyed, and so many things he could have enjoyed that he didn’t have the chance too. There’s just to many different foods on this earth to eat them in one lifetime, let alone a week.
Mick wished he had a clock somewhere he could check. It must be at least midnight by now, Mick thought. Mick was on his last wire. He needed the relief of unconsciousness quickly, to get away from the heat in his head.
His thoughts momentarily drifted to Josef, whom he knew would tease him if he had actually said that aloud. Mick knew Josef would have said, “You mean the hot air in your head? There must be some, otherwise you would have switched to freshies by now.” Mick opened his eyes, now back to their wonderful hazel – or blue, depending on the light – and sighed.
Mick growled relentlessly in pure annoyance that could turn violent in any second. But Mick’s thoughts quickly subsided and he focused on tomorrow and it’s possibilities. He could take Beth out to dinner. Mick closed his eyes, only seeing Beth’s happy, smiling face.
Mick longed for peaceful unconsciousness more than before. This was Mick’s worst insomnia in his undead life – even in his first life. While on the subject, Mick began thinking about his life as a kid, how he always loved pretend he was an army general, uniform and all. Mick had fulfilled his dream, of course, but thinking of his childhood memories, as faded as they were, brought back more recent memories, unwanted memories. Mick stayed awake as he tried to fight off the unsettling and unhappy memories of the night.
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