Current Date: September 1, 2058
Character: Roslyn Freeborn
Race: Human
Age: 47, physically about 28
Current residence: Atheria City, Eresiel
I don’t know why I spend time thinking about the people and the places I’ve been while I was stuck in my own mind. It’s been so long, and it was such a traumatic time in my life that you’d think I’d much prefer to leave it behind, never to think about it ever again and yet, here I am.
Now, I don’t do this whole thing all that willingly. It just so happens that every now and again, I’ll find myself staring off, even for just a few moments, and I’ll find myself facing old memories just surfacing.
It’s like there’s something in my mind that triggers these old things when my eyes go out of focus.
For the most part, these slips into the memories aren’t bad ones. They’re just reminders of what my mind brought up, perhaps to keep me company, perhaps to teach me some sort of lesson.
When I’m asleep, though, I do dream. These dreams have nothing to do with the memories that are associated with the time I spent in that coma, roaming what I think I’ve started on-and-off calling the ether. Some of the dreams seem to be attached to proper memories though they like to change these memories up around some.
I know that for a playful fact because the last dream I had was based on a childhood memory—the first time Aaric stepped into my room—and it was nothing like the real memory itself. It’s not the end of the world, mind you. Furthest from. That’s not the point. It’s mostly just how unlike myself I was in that dream, compared to what I do remember of the memory.
Before my incident with the magic, well, everything, I was a playful child, I was outgoing, I was full of energy, and I was fairly chaotic. My room was never a mess, but it was never really orderly. It was always a little bit messy but in a way that I personally knew I could find my way around.
In the dream, for some reason, as he approached my door to step in, I told him that anything he saw in my room did not reflect on me as a person—a turn of phrase that I wouldn’t have used at that age either, another clue. That whatever was going on in my room, the very present chaos, wasn’t my fault.
The dream-room was chaotic and that was putting it lightly. There were more plants all around than there was wall space, there were more books, there was everything and if you didn’t know better, it didn’t make a lick of sense of why it was all the way it was, but it was. Anyway.
At this point, just this morning, after having recounted the dream to him, I think we both had a bit of a chuckle about it because yeah, my room was chaotic when he first ever stepped in. It wasn’t overfilled with plants, though, there were only a few books, but it was chaotic, and I embraced that chaos wholeheartedly.
I’ve learned to control that chaos now, of course. There’s still a slight sense of chaos in the places that I fully call my own—one room in the house, is fully mine, just like he has a whole that’s all his—but I’m better about our shared space. I wouldn’t force him to live in my chaotic messes, even though in my eyes, they’re not that chaotic. There’s a sense to it all.
That nature of mine calmed down after I’d woken up from the coma, as is. I needed clear pathways everywhere while I recovered because learning to do a lot of things again required that I focus on different things and I wasn’t as agile, not for the first long while. After that, even once I was fully back on my feet, I never went back to the full-fledged chaos of my room. It’s still not perfectly placed and clean, I’m sure it’s a nightmare to anyone who thrives on perfectionism, but it’s mine and I’m unapologetic about it.
After all, I am who I am and I am just as I am; why would you change me as a person? Aaric certainly doesn’t try; we wouldn’t be together if we didn’t accept one another fault and all and I’m pretty sure that this trait of mine is just endearing to him. He wouldn’t have let himself go near-sick waiting at my bedside these three decades ago either.
He’s mine, I’m his, we’re together and there’s nothing else I want from life than to be with him until the end of everything.