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It feels weird, laying on a bed that isn't rocking back and forth. I stare up at the ceiling of my dorm room, my eyes aching as Ajax lays on my chest, letting me scratch his ears gently as I sort of just float in my tiredness.It's been awhile since we've been back to the base, and I haven't slept since Grampa told me that Ginegin wants to transfer me out somewhere else. I mean I've passed out several times, but all my nightmares are the same, a sea of paper swallowing me up and sending pieces of me away to different far off islands.
I close my eyes, my ears ringing as the sounds of my comrades and friends celebrating reaches my ears. There's nothing to do in this fort, since Captain has ordered me not to go do any work, and has practically banned me from the armory to stop me from laboring on my extended break.
Sure I can train, but...there's no real point is there, when everyone else is having a good ol time. And I'm laying in my room, wondering if I should go or not. Gramps said he could bend some corners and get my friends to come with me but....I don't know.
It all just feels like a dream, I think. I haven't had one in so long I've forgotten what it feels like to not spend the night terrified and out of breath in my own head.
Well, at least the islanders like Serri, even if I'm sure they're treating it nicely because they don't want to piss of a sea king.
I giggle, and groan, putting my pillow over my face. And a second later, Ajax decides to lay down on it, putting a pressure down on it that gently suffocates me while I lay here, sweating and worryingly my head about something I should be excited about.
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