Mar. 20th, 2006

tibetanmethod: (dread dale lies not asleep but dreaming)
Click.

"Diane."




"I don't know what to say."

Click.

***


The room is dark. His eyes are on the ceiling. His hands are clasped on his chest.

Cooper used to try to sleep that way when he was much younger -- twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. Until his mother died.

***


Click.

"The causes of brain aneurysms include tobacco use, high blood pressure, alcohol consumption, and genetic predisposition. The reasons for many of them go undetected. What is known is that the likelihood of suffering a brain aneurysm increases throughout life.

"Nowhere in any of the literature I have read does anybody ever mention being a possession of the Lord of Nightmares as a cause of death."



"She let him in. Let someone in -- let him in the door. They were nightmares.

"I don't kn-- "

[The sound of bedcovers being thrown back, and creaking of bedsprings.

The hooting of an owl.]


Click.

***


Cooper starts out every yogic exercise in corpse pose.

When he closes his eyes, he doesn't see anything in front of him.

"That's a start," he whispers to no one.

***


"Diane, it's 6:22 am. Shortly I will leave Room 315 and descend to the first floor, where I will consume a cup of coffee before heading out to join Sheriff Truman at Calhoun Memorial Hospital.

"Nothing is as bad as it seems if you can just keep the fear from your mind. That's the challenge. Isn't it.

"Remind me to wear ties that have less red in them."

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