Ever Since Derry, Waking Has Felt Like Falling.

Ever since Derry, waking has felt like falling.

Richie sees Eddie in front of him. Almost breathless in his excitement – the cavern is filtered a sickly shade of dark green, but Richie, even in his dazed state, can still see something golden in Eddie’s eyes.

“Rich,” Eddie says. “I did it. I killed it. I – ”

And then Richie sees it. An unfurling shadow at Eddie’s back. And he knows what’s going to happen before it happens. But he can’t move. His body is frozen. He can’t even call out to warn him. And then Eddie is being pierced through the middle, and Richie’s brain is falling until it lands back in his body, and he jolts awake in his bed.

His heart pounds but it feels like he’s dead. Weighed down by some sort of cold, sickly fear, his body numb, his soul somewhere outside his body. Hasn’t returned yet, from the fall.

Until his eyes find the back of Eddie’s head, asleep on the pillow next to him. Until he reaches out and ghosts his finger over Eddie’s arm, his shoulder, just to feel his body heat. And everything begins to click into his place. His soul returns. His heart tempers.

Eddie is here. Eddie is here, he’s alive, Richie thinks. In Richie’s dream, he is impaled.

In reality, Richie grabbed Eddie and rolled them over before IT could strike, and the stones of the cavern were impaled instead.

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