[He sounds faintly awed -- feels faintly awed, a dawning sense of wonder washing through the both of them]
[Eddie reaches out toward the pillow; that sense of being flickers, there along the edges, fading out until those fibers are partly there and partly not, somehow both at once]
Re: Day 65, morning
[He sounds faintly awed -- feels faintly awed, a dawning sense of wonder washing through the both of them]
[Eddie reaches out toward the pillow; that sense of being flickers, there along the edges, fading out until those fibers are partly there and partly not, somehow both at once]