George yawned as he hears a kazoo play a little tune. He looked over and saw it was 4 am. Who is playing a kazoo at this time?
George finally gets himself out of head when the tune continues playing. He opens his door and walks down the stairs to the kitchen to see a bunch of party decorations.
He saw Dream in the middle of it all baking a cake, with a kazoo in his mouth,and a couple of balloons tied to his wrists.
"Dream? Its 4 am, why are you baking a cake? and whats with the party decorations" George asked sleepily, kind of thinking he was sleep deprived.
"I'm celebrating the death of my sleep schedule and sanity, want a cookie?" Dream asks, while holding out a cookie, and the kazoo still half in his mouth.
~Uhmm hello, sorry about not posting for awhile, I was on vacation and i kinda maybe probably forgot about this.
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Bottom Dream One-Shots
Acakhi, this is a bottom dream one shot book. though i write more angst than smut. i just don't know how to write that kind of stuff without it being cringey. :< (Not my cover art)
