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The Long, Dark Teatime of the Soul
Oct. 5th, 2007 09:59 pmThe TARDIS does not have an attic. She knows this very definitely, and this is why she is confused to find herself in one.
It’s a dream, she thinks. Maintained by the link she has with her TARDIS, and extensive exposure to humans and their funny little homes. But it’s real in her head, so real she can feel heat on the exposed skin of her hands and face. Sun shines through the attic’s one small window, revealing in its brilliance dust drifting lazily through the air; bits of old dead skin long ago shed to make room for new growth. ( The Long Dark Teatime of the Soul )
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Prompt: 10 - Pick one room in your house/TARDIS/apartment/ship/whatever to explore/describe
Word Count: 784
Author's Note: Title respectfully and affectionately borrowed from Douglas Adams.
Set, er, during regeneration. ...Ish.
Also, posted now because I suddenly realised I'd forgotten to archive this to Eleven's journal.
It’s a dream, she thinks. Maintained by the link she has with her TARDIS, and extensive exposure to humans and their funny little homes. But it’s real in her head, so real she can feel heat on the exposed skin of her hands and face. Sun shines through the attic’s one small window, revealing in its brilliance dust drifting lazily through the air; bits of old dead skin long ago shed to make room for new growth. ( The Long Dark Teatime of the Soul )
Community:
relativepromptsPrompt: 10 - Pick one room in your house/TARDIS/apartment/ship/whatever to explore/describe
Word Count: 784
Author's Note: Title respectfully and affectionately borrowed from Douglas Adams.
Set, er, during regeneration. ...Ish.
Also, posted now because I suddenly realised I'd forgotten to archive this to Eleven's journal.
