When her mother proposed the idea, she'd had her doubts, but she let hope push them aside. But she'd known--she'd had a chance to go to the bar, the man who looked like her father but wasn't had given her a key, but she'd lost it, in that strange awful dream between death and life at Christmas.
People had given her lots of things, in that dream, but they'd all slipped through her fingers.
This is not the bar, and she doubts now if she'll ever--if she'll ever be allowed--to see the bar. It looks a bit like offices, or something like.
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Date: 2008-04-13 02:51 am (UTC)When her mother proposed the idea, she'd had her doubts, but she let hope push them aside. But she'd known--she'd had a chance to go to the bar, the man who looked like her father but wasn't had given her a key, but she'd lost it, in that strange awful dream between death and life at Christmas.
People had given her lots of things, in that dream, but they'd all slipped through her fingers.
This is not the bar, and she doubts now if she'll ever--if she'll ever be allowed--to see the bar. It looks a bit like offices, or something like.
It's a little bit---a little bit bright.
She's having trouble catching her breath.