Sunday Six: Insomnia Edition

[rheasilvia]

Yay, for once I have Sunday Sixes to post! I wrote something today - not for one of the four WIPs I already have, of course, but for something entirely new. At least this story should be fairly short, and I already have a title idea. What could go wrong?? (insert maniacal giggle here)

 

He woke with a full-body jerk, soaked in cold sweat and the taste of blood in his mouth. His hand tried to close around the hilt of a sword that wasn’t there; he groped across unexpected softness, tangled himself in a blanket and fell heavily to the floor.

What the - damn it. Damn it, how could he have been so careless - he froze, but if an enemy was in the vicinity it was far too late, and - where was his sword? How -

He put a hand to his stomach, but the skin was whole and unbroken, and nothing hurt. It was dark, he was unarmed, and he had no idea where he was, but there was a solid surface at his back, and he was not injured. If there was anyone here who would harm him, he hoped for their sake they had brought reinforcements.

 

Comments

[extrapenguin]

Ooh, this is very interesting! I eagerly anticipate the rest. :)

[rheasilvia]

Heee, I'm very glad you think it sounds interesting! It will be an odd story, but I hope it turns out the way I want. :-)