<I’m awake,> Miri said, while sounding not at all awake. She blinked groggily, one arm sprawled out across Kyell’s broad chest, then swiftly grew more alert as she heard him apologizing.
She put a finger to his lips to stop him—an absurd gesture, given that he couldn’t speak, but at least it got the point across. <I’m the one who proposed we dreamwalk, so it’s my fault. I thought it wouldn’t just be… horror central in there.> She tapped his forehead lightly. <I’m sorry I suggested it.>
Snuggling up closer to him, she sighed. <Why is it that both our dreams are so… awful? Why can’t either of us seem to have a good dream for once?...>
Maybe they shouldn’t have been looking in their dreams for happiness or respite.
She put a finger to his lips to stop him—an absurd gesture, given that he couldn’t speak, but at least it got the point across. <I’m the one who proposed we dreamwalk, so it’s my fault. I thought it wouldn’t just be… horror central in there.> She tapped his forehead lightly. <I’m sorry I suggested it.>
Snuggling up closer to him, she sighed. <Why is it that both our dreams are so… awful? Why can’t either of us seem to have a good dream for once?...>
Maybe they shouldn’t have been looking in their dreams for happiness or respite.