He took another sip, just enough to wet his throat.
"Maybe I'm going a little crazy. I don't know. This place is so isolated. Just barbed wire and concrete surrounded by mountains. Guard patrolling with their dogs. Sometimes I fall asleep and I dream, and when I wake up, I think I'm...somewhere else."
He shook himself. The taste of vodka lingered on his lips, cold like ice.
"...thanks for asking."
Taras paused, frowning.
"What do you dream about?" he whispered, abruptly.
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Date: 2009-02-21 06:26 am (UTC)"I don't know."
He took another sip, just enough to wet his throat.
"Maybe I'm going a little crazy. I don't know. This place is so isolated. Just barbed wire and concrete surrounded by mountains. Guard patrolling with their dogs. Sometimes I fall asleep and I dream, and when I wake up, I think I'm...somewhere else."
He shook himself. The taste of vodka lingered on his lips, cold like ice.
"...thanks for asking."
Taras paused, frowning.
"What do you dream about?" he whispered, abruptly.