Title: When I Woke Up On Monday Morning
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: death, language
Pairings: none
Author's Note: I might just leave this one be or I might make it a
prologue for a longer fic. Who knows.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine.
[Wufei]
When I woke up on Monday morning, I was feeling very unsettled. However, I shrugged it off. I had not been sleeping well lately and my feeling unsettled was nothing out of the ordinary. I got out of bed and got dressed, but the feeling still would not go away. Skipping breakfast, I left my apartment and got onto my motorcycle to go to work.
Sally was waiting for me when I got there. The expression on her face only made that eery feeling intensify.
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[Duo]
When I woke up on Monday morning, I immediately fell back asleep. Or maybe I never fully woke up at all. I had my alarm set for 7 a.m. and on the radio, so they were reporting the news like they always do, on the hour and the half-hour. Even the volume set on max apparently wasn't enough to fully wake me up, because the next thing I knew was that it was almost half-past 7 and if I didn't get my ass in gear, I was gonna be late for work.
So I yawned, turned off the stupid radio, and rolled out of bed. Much coffee was in order. For some reason I wasn't waking up properly. I was sorta disoriented, too. I guess it was because I'd been having this fucked-up dream where everything was in black and white, I was riding around in a shopping cart, and someone I knew died in a plane crash.
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[Heero]
When I woke up on Monday morning, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. Until I looked at the clock. It was 5:49 a.m.. That was wrong. I always woke up between 5:58 a.m. and 6:05 a.m.. I was unwilling to let such a small irregularity disturb me, though. Getting up and walking into the bathroom, I splashed some water on my face and stared into the mirror.
Something was not right.
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[Trowa]
When I woke up on Monday morning, I was relieved. It was just another day at the circus. During the war, I was often plagued by nightmares, my dreams the only sign that not everything within me had died. Eventually, though, those terrifying dreams subsided until they vanished completely.
I had just had a nightmare, though. I dreamt that there was a plane crash and that Quatre had died. My joy at waking up was indescribable.
The hourly news came on the radio. Getting up and going out to take care of the lions, I listened halfheartedly, my mind more occupied with making sure that the lions were properly fed than with world events. Then, the bucket of feed dropped from my hand.
It had not been a dream.
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[Quatre]
When I woke up on Monday morning...