Post by Talia Winchell on Jun 4, 2012 18:07:42 GMT -5
It was five o'clock on a Sunday morning in June, and Tal Winchell was hovering in the world between dreamland and reality. She had woken up, but she couldn't seem to stop thinking about sleeping and her dreams and just couldn't fully immerse herself in the real, genuine day ahead of her. This was especially true when you considered that her eyelids were practically fused shut by dried tears, the way they sometimes were after a bad dream where you wound up crying.
It was just a dream... but really. She needed to pull herself together. And if she had really been crying... well, she hoped nobody had heard her. Or bring it up in conversation later. She really didn't need that.
After prying her eyelids open and blinking, making a small whimper/sniff, Tal surveyed the room with her light brown eyes. Most people were asleep, their belongings strewn across the room that was disproportionately small when you considered how many campers it housed. Well, of course they were asleep. It was only five in the morning. And it was Sunday. It was barely light outside...
Tal had been kind of on a waking-up-early kick for several weeks. Why, she had no idea. And it kind of sucked to wake up so early on weekends... but whatever. Now that she was awake... she might as well stay up. She could never go back to bed at this hour anyway, unlike some other people she knew (case in point: Bailey). But there was nothing to do, and everyone else was asleep anyway. She would be alone, she and her thoughts.
Well, honestly, she did have a lot to think about. She was basically a tangle of mixed feelings and hormones at that moment... all the important things and people in her life were changing. She hadn't been with her boyfriend, Luke Lucchesi, for a long time, and she missed him... who knew what he was up to? Did he even miss her? There was Em, and Tal sensed a difference with her lately. She was more uptight than she usually was, and during one of their conversations, she had seemed to be on the verge of tears. Tough-as-nails Em was never one of those people who cried in front of others... even if that other was her own sister.
Then there was Bobbi, who was one of Tal's only friends that she had seen recently. Bobbi seemed to be getting more... she didn't know how to say it. She was spending long hours at the beach and in her cabin, and she was skipping meals every day almost. Nobody knew what Bobbi did in her long, vacant hours that she needed to fill. Not even Tal, and Tal was one of Bobbi's best friends. Though lately, she seemed to have been purposely avoiding her or something.
Almost all of the people she knew were sick or going home from the summer, leaving her there without basically anyone to talk to. And this was a period in her life when she needed someone to talk to, to spill her heart to. Well, she was sure that Bailey was staying for the summer, but he wasn't really the kind of person you could have a heart-to-heart with.
Well, at least he hadn't changed like everyone else had... yeah, Bailey would stay the same. That was strangely comforting, even though, quite honestly, he was kind of a jerk.
She had been getting accustomed to the silence in the cabin, but she became aware of a sound. A rustling of sheets and the clicking sound of a light being turned on. A face became illuminated.
The person that had turned on the light was one of Tal's closest friends and siblings. His name was Jamian, and he was everything Tal needed to talk to at that moment. He was kind, understanding, funny. He sort of reminded Tal of Luke, to some extent, but obviously, well... Jamian wasn't her boyfriend. No, Jamian was her brother.
"Jamian?" she asked in the meek voice she'd wound up using lately that was much quieter than her own. "You're awake?" Okay, she needed someone to talk to... and she hoped no one was listening.