[Breathing slowly. Easily. Though that starts to change as they talk -- increasing at an even pace. No nightmare. Not now. Like his brain is too tired to pull up the awful memories -- leaving just the vague mental images of stars flickering into view, like a night's fog being burned away.]
[Slowly pulling himself out of sleep.]
[Still not awake enough to realize other people are nearby. But approaching it gradually -- for once in his recent life.]
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[Slowly pulling himself out of sleep.]
[Still not awake enough to realize other people are nearby. But approaching it gradually -- for once in his recent life.]