[ It makes sense, but Tim is stuck on this ridiculous notion that he should take a shift. Even if Con doesn’t need to sleep, everyone performs better rested. He’ll lay down a couple hours and say it’s Con’s turn.
Makes a show of dulling onto his side and curling up. He normally sleeps on his belly like a starfish, but he’ll get 17 kinds of plague if he puts his face in the pillow. He tries to stay awake anyway, because he wants to be alert if Con decides to nod off.
After about ten minutes of obsessing over every detail of what he’s seen, Tim just can’t keep going through the anxiety, fear, and adrenaline. He doesn’t fall asleep so much as his brain does him in enough hormones to tranq someone twice his size and hurtles him off the cliff of consciousness into a fitful sleep. Tim’s dreams are vivid and terrifying, disjointed sequences of places and rooms that don’t connect - a warehouse lead to inner city jungle to a dorm to a cave - with the only connections being a sense that he searching for something that he can’t find, while being chased by something huge, and the circus imagery that turns up in every location. A purple and green clown suit. A purple and green clown car. A sad clown painting that washes out the whole room and starts laughing, laughing, laughing -
And then Tim wakes up, just as hard as he fell asleep, and finds himself sitting up in the cheap motel, breathing like he’s been sprinting. ]
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Makes a show of dulling onto his side and curling up. He normally sleeps on his belly like a starfish, but he’ll get 17 kinds of plague if he puts his face in the pillow. He tries to stay awake anyway, because he wants to be alert if Con decides to nod off.
After about ten minutes of obsessing over every detail of what he’s seen, Tim just can’t keep going through the anxiety, fear, and adrenaline. He doesn’t fall asleep so much as his brain does him in enough hormones to tranq someone twice his size and hurtles him off the cliff of consciousness into a fitful sleep. Tim’s dreams are vivid and terrifying, disjointed sequences of places and rooms that don’t connect - a warehouse lead to inner city jungle to a dorm to a cave - with the only connections being a sense that he searching for something that he can’t find, while being chased by something huge, and the circus imagery that turns up in every location. A purple and green clown suit. A purple and green clown car. A sad clown painting that washes out the whole room and starts laughing, laughing, laughing -
And then Tim wakes up, just as hard as he fell asleep, and finds himself sitting up in the cheap motel, breathing like he’s been sprinting. ]