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Post by Alisson Reed on Jul 17, 2009 10:30:36 GMT -6
Allison sat curled up tightly into the corner of one of the sofas in the living room. Propped up against her knee was H.G. Well's The Time Machine, opened up to the chapter where his unnamed Time Traveler discovered the other species - the Morlocks - that Humanity had divided into and evolved separately. It was obvious that it had been read many times, the corners folded over on almost every page, the pages waving with the subtle signs of water damage. But she still loved her copy of the book. It had all of her little side notes in it, commenting on Well's views of society and evolution, and her own views, too. She knew the book so well, that Allison hadn't even realized she'd fallen asleep. Her eyelids had felt heavy before,but as she shut them, in her mind's eye, she could still see the words floating on in her head, inducing vivid images of the AboveGround where the Eloi lived, and the dark and dank UInderGround where the Morlocks resided.
This happened often now, her falling asleep reading, more so than it had ever in her time at rehabilitation. Allison figured that it was due to the stress now in her life. Although her life head taught her to never trust people on sight, she had never fallen for Machiavelli's theories. She tended to side more with Hobbes, saying that all people were born good, but corruptted by society. So while Allison held onto the hope that everyone was good if you dug far enough, she was so introverted that she sheid away from even the kindest of hands. Her past told her to never put her full confidence in anyone. Those kindest she eyed suspiciously. These people brough mnemories of her 'father', Allison not only never considered Pastor Joseph Reed her father, but the fat, balding old man that fathered her five other siblings had no blood relation to her. She had also never even considered looking for her biological father. If her druggie of a mother was any indication, then her lover was most likely no better. Which was probably another factor in why her body was unable to obsorb most of what she ate.
So it was no suprise when Allison heard the faint whispers of her favourite song, 'Samson', by Regina Spektor. What she didn't realize what that it was her own voice singing that song. She assumed that it was Rachel or that other brunette girl, although later she would question why she had though it was Rachel, because Allison was pretty sure that girl would not even know what song that was. But whoever it was - as she was still in a half-sleep - had an amazing voice. Allison would have sworn that it was Regina Spektor actually in the room singing that song, but common sense told her it was, at least, not that possibility.
And it would be Allison's luck to have someone walk in on her in her state of an odd half-sleep. EVen with her chakras zipped up in her calm state, Allison could still sense the presense of another entering, not to mention she could hear them. They were being fair loud, and if she hadn't been stuck in her own mind, Allison would have jumped at all the loud noises. That was something she hated, along with large crowds and short nails, like how hers were, all ragged from her bad habit of knawing on them. But she didn't, continuing on in her mental read of The Time Machine, she wasn't even embarassed to be singing with someone else in the room, although that was to be expected, as she still figured that it had to be someone else's voice and not hers.
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