[ WAKEN ]: the sender touches the receiver's shoulder to waken them from a nap or sleep.
"Don't wanna," Zack mumbles, already awake whether he wants to be or not. The inertia of sleep cannot save him now. Nothing can, really, but getting obligatory sympathies from Aerith might help him feel better.
"I was having the nicest dream," he sighs wistfully, finally sitting up and propping his elbows on his knees. Zack tilts his head to one side, reminiscing in the vestiges of that wonderfully fuzzy feeling as details become impressions.
"You were in it! You, my parents, Angeal, Cissnei, Kunsel. Even Sephiroth."
Everyone seemed happy.
Maybe dreams are the only way they can be. What a melancholy thought.
Deciding his head is suddenly too heavy to hold up, Zack props his chin on his knuckles and peers at Aerith with mild curiosity.
"You ever try to go back to sleep when you're in the middle of a dream and suddenly wake up? Like, sometimes I just need to know what happens next even if I forget it all the next time I open my eyes."