Work Text:
- Buy new sleeping pills
- It was warm
- So very warm and sticky
- Hard floor, cushion?
- Can’t breath
- 8 a.m. meeting with Diarca Pharmaceutics write Email to Nathan
- 1 p.m. lunch with Mick over trade deal in South
- Nap????
The Dangers of Sleep Deprivation!
Sleep deprivation, also known as sleep insufficiency or sleeplessness, is the condition of not having adequate duration and/or quality of sleep to support decent alertness, performance, and health. It can be either chronic or acute and may vary widely in severity…
8 Dinner’s to eat for a good sleep!
Hello, everyone!
I’m sure I’m not the only one who remembers being a sleep deprived monster during my time at university. Fortunately, this has gotten a little better, but now I have my own adorable little monsters waking me up every morning now.
That being said, I decided to share my favorite dinners to hopefully bring you a good night’s sleep. We’re starting with some greenery…
Lusan: … what’s your emergency?
Kishiar: I was in a car crash
Lusan: Is anyone injured?
Kishiar: I have a headache. There’s blood I think? It’s sticky. I hate the feeling, it’s always so warm and then I can’t breathe—
Lusan: Sir, can you tell me where you are?
Kishiar: I’m home. No, no I’m on the road? I was going home. I want to go home.
Lusan: An ambulance will be with you soon.
Attached: contact_aile.pdf (11 KB)
Kishiar,
I’m forwarding you the contact of someone who might be able to help you. Kanna Wand – she works in HR – vouches for him. He helped her after her mother’s death.
Keilusa
From: [email protected]
Subject: re: contact aile
Attached: contact_aile.pdf (11 KB)
Brother,
a medium, really?
Kishiar
From: [email protected]
Subject: re: re: contact aile
Attached: contact_aile.pdf (11 KB)
You dream of dying. You nearly drove off a bridge.
From: [email protected]
Subject: re: re: re: contact aile
Attached: contact_aile.pdf (11 KB)
I wasn’t trying to kill myself. You know I’d never do that.
From: [email protected]
Subject: re: re: re: re: contact aile
Attached: contact_aile.pdf (11 KB)
I know.
So please try this, for me.
Yuder: Do you mind if I record this session?
Kishiar: Will this be kept confidential?
Yuder: Yes.
Kishiar: Fine.
Yuder: How long have you been unable to rest?
Kishiar: I’ve always had irregular sleep, never needed much. It’s only in the last year that I’ve stopped being able to sleep
Yuder: Sleeping is not the issue.
Kishiar: My brother says it’s my foremost issue.
Yuder: You can sleep, your problem is the dreaming.
Kishiar: I barely remember my dreams
Yuder: You remember enough
Kishiar: And what am I supposed to do about it? I’ve taken every medicine, I’ve tried therapy – you will have to forgive me if I’m at my wit’s end
Yuder: When I was eight, I used to make my older brother check if my head was still attached.
Kishiar: And was it?
Yuder: Usually.
Kishiar: How does this relate to me?
Yuder: Who checks if your head is still attached?
From: [email protected]
Subject: check photos
Attached: forest.jpg (3,1 MB) castle.jpg (2,8 MB) city.jpg (2,5 MB)
do any of these images look like a place you know?
Sent from my Phone
From: [email protected]
Subject: re: check photos
Attached: castle.jpg (2,8 MB)
the second. I’ve been there before
Kishiar: I’ve been meaning to ask, why do you always record our sessions?
Yuder: So I can play them back.
Kishiar: You listen to them.
Yuder: Why else would you record something?
Kishiar: I wouldn’t know, I’ve never recorded a conversation. Have you been to Peletta before?
Yuder: Yes.
Kishiar: What does it looked like?
Yuder: I don’t remember.
Kishiar: Nowhere in the brochure did it say that you have to walk up to the castle.
Yuder: …
Kishiar: They should work on the accessibility of the castle. Imagine if I couldn’t walk up here? There could be more benches to take a rest. I understand that people tend to visit Peletta in winter and not summer and that this isn’t Charloin, but it’s still hot and-
Yuder: Are you afraid to keep walking?
Kishiar: What did it look like when your head wasn’t attached?
Yuder: You will know.
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Kishiar wakes slowly.
He does not remember falling asleep, does not recall much of anything.
Ah, that’s a lie, isn’t it?
He remembers sitting in this room once before, out of breath, the taste of blood on his lips.
Yudrein dressed in black, playing the role Kishiar cast him in long before the younger man knew there was a stage they were expected to perform on.
The man in front of Kishiar is neither dressed like an assassin, nor does he move like one. The images overlap, but time distorts them both. Kishiar thinks of himself a cruel man, playing with lives like chess pieces to arrange – yet he calls himself an idiot too, unaware of the gift he was given.
“I suppose it was a bit better this time,” Kishiar finally allows himself to say. “Have you come to kill me?”
This death would be well-deserved. Kishiar’s has been kind, a lover’s embrace and not the guillotine.
Yuder does not move. In his hand, the recorder is immortalizing every spoken word.
“Do you have regrets?”
Kishiar pauses at Yuder’s question. In his memories, his answer echoes.
Disappointment laces his lips, but Kishiar cannot bring himself to speak them. It is dark outside, Kishiar’s witching hour upon them even though they left for the castle in the morning.
“Would you play a tactical game with me?” Kishiar asks instead, sits down.
And Yuder does as he must.