[Her eyes fly open; with a sharp gasp she jerks away from his hand, scrambling back on the bed, tangling in the sheets as she tries to get away from--
--who? Not Alan, but she's not really seeing Alan. Just a figure, dark and threatening, his voice low and his intentions surely sinister. But there's no grin, no leer, no fingers around her throat or rough grip on her forearms, and slowly she realizes that there's nothing to fear at all.
She slumps down, exhaling harshly. Her body is still tense, but that will melt soon.]
I, ah--
[She shoves a hand through her hair, shaking her head, trying to focus.]
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--who? Not Alan, but she's not really seeing Alan. Just a figure, dark and threatening, his voice low and his intentions surely sinister. But there's no grin, no leer, no fingers around her throat or rough grip on her forearms, and slowly she realizes that there's nothing to fear at all.
She slumps down, exhaling harshly. Her body is still tense, but that will melt soon.]
I, ah--
[She shoves a hand through her hair, shaking her head, trying to focus.]
My apologies. I-- did I wake you?