!!z0ABcqUnNAP 03/26/12(Mon)23:32 No.18471468|
You close your eyes and listen to the ceiling fan, and Kiara's quiet breathing. Which strikes you as particularly strange, and as you ponder as to why a mind-ghost thing would breathe, you fall asleep. The events of the last few days have taken a lot out of you.
When you wake up, inside the dream, you are seated at the island inside your family home. Kiara sits across from you, resting chin on her hand and looking bored.
"Here, again? At least have some originality..."
"I like it here." You frown, taking a drink of the float in front of you. Vanilla ice cream and Vernors, the kind mom used to make.
You push another one over to Kiara, who ignores it.
"Drink it, you might find that you like it. Was one of my mom's favorites."
She takes a small sip, before setting the drink back down, without comment.
"She liked to cook," You continue, looking around the large kitchen, "Its how she spent a lot of her time. She'd owned a small bake shop when dad found her and whisked her away."
"Hmm? I already know all of this, you know...." Kiara looks sourly down at herself, "Mortal, what is this?"
You smirk as you stare at her, now clad in a white hippie dress, several pink flowers in her black hair.
Kiara stands up, looking it over, spinning the dress left and right.
"I guess I don't particularly hate it..." She stops mid sentence as the dress changes to a blue one piece swimsuit. She wings the float at your head, which misses.