He squeezes Zillah's hand, appreciating the gesture; appreciating it more when they leave him alone for the moment. (this is not my vision, this is not my dream He can't think of what to say. He's not even sure he can think what he feels. 2001 is years away. And this isn't even his world. (I ain't being heard, ain't being understood) No, he knows how he feels. He feels very far from home. (and I can't find my way to the three acre wood)
Fifteen minutes later or so, he joins Charlie and Zillah, dry-eyed and calm and no quieter than usual, if a little pale. He and Zillah trade quotations again over food, and for once he doesn't worry too much about leaving Charlie out; both of them need the comfort. They go to bed soon after. Tomorrow is going to be a full day.
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(this is not my vision, this is not my dream
He can't think of what to say. He's not even sure he can think what he feels. 2001 is years away. And this isn't even his world.
(I ain't being heard, ain't being understood)
No, he knows how he feels. He feels very far from home.
(and I can't find my way to the three acre wood)
Fifteen minutes later or so, he joins Charlie and Zillah, dry-eyed and calm and no quieter than usual, if a little pale. He and Zillah trade quotations again over food, and for once he doesn't worry too much about leaving Charlie out; both of them need the comfort. They go to bed soon after. Tomorrow is going to be a full day.
Charles even gets some sleep.