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Post by zebula zeklos on Dec 19, 2012 22:43:45 GMT -5
   The blankets and covers were drawn from the queen size bed and now lay on the floor. Barks resonated through the small apartment and soon, Zebula shot up straight on his bed, his wet hair sticking to his face from sweating. He patted Bella so she calmed down and went back to her little bed in the corner. He got up and headed for the bathroom. Opening the water and splashing some on his face, he winced at the coldness. He then made his way back to his room and sat on the bed. His clock told him it was 4:51am.
He had had that horrible dream again. He closed his eyes, his face in his hands, and thought of it again. It was the same black room, walls covered in mirrors, reflecting Zeb's silhouette endlessly and only one little light on the ceiling. Then all of a sudden, all he could see were flames. They were everywhere; on the walls, around him and on the ceiling and the smoke eventually started chocking him. But as he opened his eyes again, he realized something had been different this time. As he was chocking, bringing the dream to a stop, he saw a faint reflection in the glass he could barely form out to be another man's, but he couldn't be sure.
He got up and walked to his bathroom, turning the water on and getting naked, waiting for the water to get warm. He stepped in and showered, trying to push the images of the dream away. He closed the water and slid from behind the curtain, wrapping a towel around his waist. He headed to his dresser, pulling out a pair of black skinny jeans, a white under-shirt, a red and black button-up, boxers and socks and got dressed. He then got ready like every morning, blow-drying and straightening it, then styling it with a bit of fixative until it was up to his expectations. He had always been this way, unable to go in public without fixing himself up a bit.
Looking at himself in the mirror, he found himself pretty satisfied with the result and turned on his heels, heading for the kitchen. He opened the light, grabbing the still opened bottle of vodka on his counter, closing it as he made his way to his cupboard to put it away. He then did the little of dishes there was lying around. As he was done, he heard clawed paws coming behind him and he bent down to pet Bella briefly before straightening up and getting the bag of dog food from the counter, earning himself a bark from the little Papillon dog that was now jumping up and down and wagging its tail, making Zebby laugh. He dropped a scoop of food in the bowl and saw no need in filling the half full bowl of water.
He got his coffee mug from a cabinet, stuffing in his bag that sat on the table and went to grab Bella’s leach. The sound of it caught the dog’s attention and he put it on, bringing her out for a little walk. He got back in and got a hold of his bag. He kissed the top of her little head and headed through the door, grabbing his keys and wallet on his way out and locking the door. He made a quick stop by Starbucks on his way to work. When he got in the Eidolon building, he realized he was maybe half an hour early. He sat at his desk, turning on his computer. He took a sip of coffee while he waited and looked around, getting up. The place was bigger than he had previously seen it to be and had way more desks and islands than his brain had registered. Sitting back down, he felt privileged to be a part of this label. His computer now opened, he got to work some stuff he didn’t quite get to finish the day before, kind of closing himself off with his coffee by his side.
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