Blissful sleep had finally taken him around the early hours. While his back would no doubt complain, nestled in his chair, René quietly snored. An active mind was never fully at rest. Calculations ran through his dreams, interjected by memories and thoughts of fancy that would cause him to toss and turn. Behind closed lids shadows would plague him, fleeing from him as he’d give chase, yet always remaining out of reach. The frustration would send him reeling, spiralling and then he was falling.
Landing squarely on the tiled floor, he missed the soft carpet by about an inch. A sharp groan left his chest from the impact, eyes snapping open briefly before pinching closed again. For a few seconds he would remain as he lay, before sullenly pulling himself onto his hands and knees. [color=#419dc1]“... Really René, you should really learn your lesson.”[/color] Yes, he spoke to himself, who else better to advise and scold him? Yet he would never truly learn his lessons. When the professor of brewery science had a new concoction of course he could be persuaded to imbue, if only for the progression of science.
Reaching up, René pulled himself up by the chairs armrest, clinging to it as if it were a lifeboat and the ground the sea. His stomach lurched one direction then the other, [color=#419dc1]“Merde,”[/color] he’d curse. About the only mercy was that his office was gloomy, devoid of the harsh sunlight of outside with the heavy curtains drawn. Gods, he couldn’t face it, not now. With some effort, René pulled himself back into his chair, intent on sleeping off the rest of his hangover in the dim, stuffy room. Until the door swung open abruptly, causing him to hiss and squint at the invading light from his crouched over form.
Landing squarely on the tiled floor, he missed the soft carpet by about an inch. A sharp groan left his chest from the impact, eyes snapping open briefly before pinching closed again. For a few seconds he would remain as he lay, before sullenly pulling himself onto his hands and knees. [color=#419dc1]“... Really René, you should really learn your lesson.”[/color] Yes, he spoke to himself, who else better to advise and scold him? Yet he would never truly learn his lessons. When the professor of brewery science had a new concoction of course he could be persuaded to imbue, if only for the progression of science.
Reaching up, René pulled himself up by the chairs armrest, clinging to it as if it were a lifeboat and the ground the sea. His stomach lurched one direction then the other, [color=#419dc1]“Merde,”[/color] he’d curse. About the only mercy was that his office was gloomy, devoid of the harsh sunlight of outside with the heavy curtains drawn. Gods, he couldn’t face it, not now. With some effort, René pulled himself back into his chair, intent on sleeping off the rest of his hangover in the dim, stuffy room. Until the door swung open abruptly, causing him to hiss and squint at the invading light from his crouched over form.
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