you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
The whining note that creeps through unconsciousness and into his mind does just enough to prevent him from slipping back under, and stormy eyes open for a bit longer this time. "Mm...?" He's forgotten about the doctor in his bed, even if she might be a warm and fluffy weight against his legs right now, his fingers sneaking from the blankets so he can give her an affectionate scritch behind the ear.
Is he even remotely close to wakefulness? No. Does he mind? No again. If nothing else, the dreamdust has allowed Finn's body the rest it would normally be denied (and then some), and as he shifts to lay on his back and get more comfortable, the expression on his face might be the same boyish Spyglass who finds Tobi's jokes so difficult to understand.
"I'm up." He's nowhere near it; he doesn't even know where he is. But autopilot is autopilot, and he starts to fumble to draw the covers back.
Is he even remotely close to wakefulness? No. Does he mind? No again. If nothing else, the dreamdust has allowed Finn's body the rest it would normally be denied (and then some), and as he shifts to lay on his back and get more comfortable, the expression on his face might be the same boyish Spyglass who finds Tobi's jokes so difficult to understand.
"I'm up." He's nowhere near it; he doesn't even know where he is. But autopilot is autopilot, and he starts to fumble to draw the covers back.
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
