Kate made a little frustrated noise, something akin to a teenager who just wanted to sleep a bit longer, which she did. Trying to cling to sleep, she shifted a bit – and then froze, because this was so not a comfortable bed. It was made of stone, for one thing, like a tomb or something, and oh her God, Jack and candles and fangs and and and --
Her eyes snapped open and she gasped for air, taking a moment to realize she'd been breathing just fine before waking up and that she wasn't actually, you know, dead. Undead. Whatever.
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Date: 2011-09-12 11:43 am (UTC)Her eyes snapped open and she gasped for air, taking a moment to realize she'd been breathing just fine before waking up and that she wasn't actually, you know, dead. Undead. Whatever.